On the way home, we found a lovely little 50s diner that was about 30 minutes into our journey.

We stopped there because we had promised the girls some good ice cream and this place has a massively high rating. All was well until the girls got upset because we only let them have ‘one scoop’ each – but one scoop was actually a pile made up of four scoops. So nope, I was not budging on that!