With kids, a dog, brolly, water, newspapers and deckchairs, walking to the beach, down at the south coast was a punish. I looked like a homeless bloke carrying all of his possessions. I needed some transport. So I went to the tip and salvaged a whole bunch of gear. A golf buggy, a crisper draw from a fridge, a milk crate. Add a bit of rope from the shed, a few other things and hey presto, the beach buggy was born. It does the job holding all my gear and more. I love it. I’m very proud of it and all the other beach goers are jealous ……. I think?