Take it from a two year old, there’s no point in eating ice cream unless you get it all around your mouth. It’s the only way to eat it. We’d planned to go to Hornimans for the afternoon, but I hadn’t accounted for parking (I’m clearly a Kent boy at heart). So after promising Elyssa she’d see fishes, ice cream in the park was the second best thing. We’ll do Hornimans another time (when the fishes are awake according to Mummy).