Wasn’t
yesterday glorious?
We
decided to have a little coastal drive, hoping to find a brand-new beach that
we could designate as our 2018 sandy-place-of-choice. There were people
everywhere. Obviously, my memo about everybody else getting the Hell off the
roads whenever I’m trying to get somewhere hasn’t been passed on. Selfish
bastards.
We
found a nice little cove with a seafront car park where the all-day fee was
extortionate. I think the landowner is planning to pay for his entire retirement
home by fleecing beach-goers every time they want a walk or a paddle. We handed
over two weeks wages so he’d let us leave our car on his grass for a while,
then headed down through the dunes. To be fair, it’s a lovely little spot that
you wouldn’t mind paying to have access to, but that’s down to nature, not the bastard
farmer who seems to be taking credit for it by charging you more than it costs
to buy modern art just to set foot on the bloody thing.
Anyway
– I wouldn’t want you to think I begrudged paying, so let’s move on….
I took
my shoes and socks off and ran into the sea up to my knees, foolishly expecting
it to have warmed up a bit in the sunshine. It was cold enough to make your toenails
pop off.
I ran
back out again, expecting sympathy and support from my beloved, only to find
her smirking to herself from the comfort of her warm feet.
We
had a wander and a chat, then made our way back to our car. For what we’d paid,
I expected it to have had a full clean and valet and a new sound system fitted,
but no. it just sat there, waiting for us.
We
stopped for a meal on the way home at a beautiful place near a stream that gave
top-notch service at a reasonable price. I may see if I can get the owners to get
in contact with the car park guy and have a word about providing value-for-money.
That’s
the last time I’ll ever mention him, I promise…..
2039 BST
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