26 years ago I took my 6 week old baby to Hastings as I was pining for the sea. Having been brought up on the Devonshire coastline and then living in inland Kent I missed the noises and smell of the old briny.
He was hungry and I was laden so we sat in the back of my car so I could feed him with the breast.
About 3 fourteen year old boys, clearly bored with life, were hovering about the car park. They thought they looked cool and were probably up to no good. One of their team looked into my car and started shuffling his feet. He nudged his mates and they all looked at their feet having observed a sucking child.
They went on their way with smiling faces nudges one another.
A perfect day.