Day 18 begins
The beach seemed to go on forever, but I eventually arrived at the beach volleyball competition Trisha had told me about earlier. I sat up on the cliff top watching the goings on for a while as I ate my lunch. There was a serious competition going on here, and many teams competing, I was fascinated for an hour.
It had more rock shops than Skeggy I swear, but in a way was far more up market than the Lincolnshire holiday haven counterpart. Maybe because it was cold here, but I saw no flip flops or Bermuda shorts, or fat bellies hanging out of badly fitting clothing.
I wondered why I was the only one here, but in some ways pleased to have the place to myself. I don't mind sharing of course, but please bring along some wine and nibbles for the experience. I had a piece of chocolate and smiled. Life was very good.