B and Q

Time to kill in Eastbourne.
When is a trip to a DIY shop fun? When you go with a little man who doesn't care what people think. Playing with hammers, banging on the steel baths (thankfully not with the hammers), crawling under the flooring display, peering (yes just peering) into the toilet pans, attempting to climb into the kitchen cabinets. It really is a wonderland.
It was a rushed shot, I dared not turn my back for more than a second.
We didn't buy anything. It was purely a pleasure call.