“YOU know our ice creams are quite big, right?” said the man in the kiosk, with a cheeky grin. I had heard rumours of his legendary Mr Whippys, but even so, I wasn’t fully prepared.
He grabbed a cone and began artistically dispensing the dairy, producing a full foot-high Marge Simpson hairdo’s worth of soft serve splendour, balanced precariously on its fragile, wafer base.
Newton’s Cove in Weymouth has some of the country’s biggest ice creams AlamyBennett’s fish and chips...