I took the girlies to Littlehampton yesterday (the 'real, sandy beach Daddy') while Mrs H selflessly finished the gloss work on the stairs (= true).
We were struck by this café on the East Beach and well done I thought to the I imagine not especially radical local council for commissioning it; and lo, it turns out to be incredibly famous and in one of those thrilling coincidences we love in life is even in the paper today. It has a posh restaurant inside, but we mistook the long line of people waiting to be seated for a queue for takeaway chips, so we passed it by for the hotdog stand further down - by the lighthouse, which we also rather liked.
[Sorry, rubbishy picture from my phone - no competition here for Dane].
We came back tired and sunsplashed, with wet jeans and a plastic bucket full of shells, as is the tradition.
And the bannisters looked lovely.
Alison Statton & Spike - 'Seaport Town' (1994)