We had a really lovely day at the Southbank last Monday. This summer it is dripping in seaside nostalgia with old ice cream vans, beach hut galleries and a huge sand pit. It was an unusually windy day – skirts and hats went flying, the rows of paper aeroplanes near the Jubilee Bridge looked like they were about to blow away from their wires. We stopped off at the balcony bar in the Royal Festival Hall for spicyspicyspicy ginger beers and in the evening saw Frankenstein at the National Theatre. Excellent times.