‘”Will and I are going to Sallo’s party down at Cockle Bay, so come with us,” Francesca said.’ – pg 86
Have we said previously that a photo was the epitome of terrible? If so, cancel that, cos this one is it. We didn’t really know where Cockle Bay was, and to be honest, we didn’t put much effort into trying to continue to find it after we encountered our usual parking problems. So, by some miracle, we found this sign, photographed it and went on our merry way to Hyde Park.