When it gets to 4pm, you start wishing that Stop-Me-And-Buy-One would come along the beach ...And then he does.
Next morning you see photos of heatwave Britain
in a newspaper
And realise that you had a very narrow escape.
You don't expect to be papped
On your own stretch of beach
And you'd hate
Two million readers
To see you in that very unflattering swimsuit.
5 comments:
Crikey, which beach were you on? I wouldn't be seen anywhere in a swimsuit.
It was a narrow escape, Toffeeapple. But when I saw the pictures in the paper, I realised that the photographer can only have been yards from where we were sitting. Whew!
My stock answer to "Bring your swimsuit" is that I can't because it has a hole in the knee.
And what sort of willpower does it take to pedal one of those carts around on a hot day? I'd be off behind a hut eating all the profits!
I clicked the 'narrow escape'. I could never, ever, go to a beach with that many people. It makes me breathless just thinking about it. Guess I've lived in the country too long. :<) All those pictures were just incredible. What weather!
That was Broadstairs, Nan. Our beach is quite peaceful, even on a sunny day, if you walk only a few yards out of the town.
And Broadstairs was quiet, too, except for a few pensioners' outings when I was there a week or so ago.
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