Volks

We had a much more relaxed and pleasant start to today, and felt really rested after an early night. Another thing I'd never got round to doing when living in Brighton was a trip on the Volks railway. We arrived at the station in perfect timing and hopped on the train. It was lovely chugging along the seafront; mainly spotting bare-bums on the nudist beach and checking out nice bikes and camper vans. It was a ridiculously sunny day, and after the train ride we wandered along the beach, played in the old penny arcade and sat with an ice cream soaking up the sun. A quick trip to the shops led us to the best veggie roast ever; now my third time, it never fails to disappoint. We felt stuffed afterwards and rolled back to the car ready for a surprisingly smooth drive home. We got back just in time for the nail-biting Grand Prix, with Massa continuing his run as unluckiest driver ever.