@Ow£n Ka$h wrote:
The first time I visited it, I was taking photos and a young couple with their two children were stood nearby. I overheard them say how they regretted not bringing a camera.
Being the gentleman that I am, I offered to take their photo and email it to them. They accepted and all went to plan. The interesting part of the story is that the lady was a direct descendant of comrade Marx. :shock:
:D It reminds me of one particular night there involving a bottle of gin, a dusky wench named Gwen and a bag of chips that still makes me smile.