I seem to remember hot summer holidays on the beach, building sandcastles with my father. I had a tin bucket with a painting of a ship, crabs and jellyfish all round it. I think I had to have a new one each year because the salt water rusted them out.
We used to go to Southport a few times in the summer, you could drive the car onto the beach.
The Ice cream man came round with a bicycle with the fridge on the front of it. there were no soft ices in those days.
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