And the most comfy bucket seats to rest your consumerist arse in.
Sketched a guy explaining life to his wife in one.
Or at least explaining why he couldn't afford for her to have her feet nibbled by fish, one or the other.
Didn't get anywhere near enough sketching in whilst I was there, but now I am home I can at least get back into the rhythm of posting again.
And I have new drawing materials to play with, and an inclination to push the boundaries of this a bit more now.
About bloody time too.