We eventually found the beach, and Shoreline village (very fancy shmanzy), and the Queen Mary (which is now moored up as a floating hotel). We tracked down the bike rental place and had gone about ten yards when there was a scream from the back seat!

The pedals go round whether your feet are on them or not- a difficult concept for an eight year old, who it appears was having a little rest! Her foot got trapped under a rapidly revolving pedal, and she spent the rest of the hour moaning and groaning. She ended up sitting right on the front complaining about how it wasn't just sore, it was smashed!! When we got back to the car we took her trainers off and prised the sock off the blood, bringing a whole load of skin off too! Today, it is swollen and blue, and we are feeling slightly more sympathetic!