Day 35 - A Hole In Our Bladder

We woke up to the inevitable gloomy news that Kier Starmer was going to be the next Prime Minister. On a positive note, Jacob Rees-Mogg, Liz Truss and George Galloway amongst others lost their seats. I love to see these self promoting politicians falling from grace. It was as anticipated a massive win for Labour and an embarrassment for the Tory Party and the SNPs. Even still, we were amazed to learn that we in Mid-Sussex now had a Liberal Democrats MP.

It was an unexpectedly cloudy day, when we walked down to the beach for the final time after a breakfast of a baguette and a croissant. The weather was telling us it was time to go home. We set up our gear on the blustery beach and persevered with our final opportunity to top up the tan.

The unobstructed sun between the clouds was roasting to the point where we were relieved when a cloud passed overhead. Unfortunately there was quite a crosswind that was blowing sand all over us and into every exposed crevice.

Our American friends descended on the beach around lunchtime. They kindly offered us the opportunity to take their paddle boards out again, but we declined due to the crosswinds.

The crosswinds didn’t let up and everything we had was covered in sand. At 4.45 pm, unheard of for me, we left the beach for the final time.

As planned, we went to the campsite restaurant that evening for a pizza to share, but Jackie ordered a prawn curry. I ordered a pizza, but could only eat half of it. The bladder of our 5 litre box of wine had a hole in it. We decanted some into our flasks and tried to drink the remainder. I fell asleep watching the football.

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