Firstly let me say Alton Towers was great, we had such a laugh and because it was the first week of the season it was quiet, very clean and the food in the hotel was fantastic. We didn't have to queue to get on any of the rides so we pretty much got everything in. We went on the water rapids four times in a row just because we found it so hilarious, we would have stayed on longer, possibly until we got thrown off, but N-J was going blue with cold, literally. Oblivion was about the only thing George and N-J chickened out of but that came at the end of the day when we were all starting to feel a bit churned up and queasy.It took me most of the week to recover but I slept through Easter and felt much better by yesterday. To celebrate feeling much better we drove towards Beachy Head for a pub lunch and a walk. The pub lunch was a huge success and afterwards although we were wrapped up against the sleet and snow I suggested that we were not dressed for walking. Emboldened by several pints of Guiness George came over all Victorian Dad, "nonsense" he shouted striding toward the footpath which was all mud.....Three minutes of slipping and sliding later teenager no. 1 went down - quite tidily I have to say, just a bit of mud on the backside of her jeans. We turned back to the car, George giving N-J a piggy back, four minutes in teenager no 2 went down but being a boy of course he went for the comedy measuring his length thus covering as much of himself as possible in mud. Five minutes in and almost back to the car I felt my ankle give way, it didn't seem too bad until we got home, I tried to get out of the car and couldn't walk! It's a good job the car is automatic or we would have been stuck out in the wilds of Sussex until George sobered up.So there we have it a bank holiday chez johnston, several pints of Guiness, six minutes of walking, a couple of loads of stupidly muddy laundry and a sprained ankle, marvellous!