My Dad's bench from the other way, the southerly view...
Yes I have been sent, by my recently found 3rd cousin 15 times removed, many photos of the god-damn bench and the frigging inscription on the horrid bench.
Said sad awful bench is 8,000 or so miles and/or 8 hours backwards away from me on the other side of our planet. A badly built bench on that Pacific beach walkway...
& I'll never have the opportunity to re-visit. Oh well. Oooh Errrrrrrr.
xL
Reminds me of the "Caravan Club" episode of
The In-Betweeners