Back from a marvellous trip to the seaside at the weekend. The sun shone, the skin sizzled, the lobster look was everywhere, and at least one humiliating photo of me was taken when my guard was down at the sea side. Admittedly, by a photographer who wouldn't even take his shirt off, never mind the plunge into the glistening English channel.
Camping is the shizzle. What's more, have convinced 'er indoors that it's a good idea to the point we're planning on our next trip. Only problem is the fast approaching autumn - although part of me quite likes the idea of sheltering in the tent from a rainstorm.
If you're ever in the Littlehampton area, I highly recommend Harbour Park - the Alton Towers of the West-Sussex-between-Worthing-and-Bognor coastal area. The Waltzer and Dodgems were fun, but without doubt the highlight was the death defying, knuckle-whitening Log Flume. J and I braved the terror (as pictured above), returning to our group battered, soaked and exhausted, but basking in the unadulterated devotion of a scarcely believing public.... I later took a photo of the South Coast Niagra Falls to be able to show my grandkids the kind of crazy stuff I did as a youngster. Pretty scary, I think you'll agree.
Where's the humiliating photo gone? Aw come on.......
ReplyDeleteI may have asked for it to be removed. As you know, I am not a vain person, but this was a step too far....
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