Time it right and a wave will pick you up and throw you right out of the sea and give you a mouthful of beach.
Joined Bill on his afternoon constitutional, which isn’t as weird as it sounds. We went for a walk and he showed me the nice marina he’d discovered, together with posh restaurants and a lovely art deco cinema for when it gets too hot and I miss Yorkshire (it’s showing Brideshead Revisited).
Just got back off the breakwater where I was pretending not to be gazing at the beautiful girls (click for song) in the sea. I run between the two breakwaters before my morning swim. This morning I did it without stopping and I wasn’t sick once.
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