Pete mate, I used to drive down there at the start of summer, just to get that little run on the flat water in the NE'ers along the bank. My PB was a two second moment, when all the pllanet's lined up, and it was just like an orgasm. I don't drive that far anymore (and I still don't say thankyou).
The Train used to be end of Smith street, but all that's changed. Wouldn't bother.
Might be be a good day at Turner's tomorrow. Today was bloody beautiful. Tomorrow should be better again.
