Taifun sausages just taste like summer and nostalgia to me. We also had lemonade, rolls, barbeque sauce and crisps. It was a hastily put together picnic and I threw it all in my bag and went to pick Stephen up from work. We found a spot on the steps by the beach and lit up the gas.
Stephen was worried because barbeques aren't allowed on this beach but I maintain that this is not a barbeque, it's a gas cooker. And I'm happy to repeat that line to any members of the constabulary that come knocking.
What is there left to do after your thrown together supper, cooked on the beach? Well if you look carefully you can see that dot in the sea there is actually me.