After another swim to re-encrust salt into my hair, we walked through this little artists' enclave round the corner from our friends', sidestepped our way through the heaving crowds cheerfully here for the Soul Weekend and rested with drinks on the steps by the beach. Or rather they did, while I went off to look at the Turner Contemporary. I was expecting much more vibrant and quirky architecture - so much so that I realise I must have had a completely different gallery in mind. 

A meal on the harbour wall then, perversely since it's Soul Weekend, we went to a Trojan music evening in Dreamland.