Day 4 – Beach babes

Nothing like a sharp jolt to start the day!

Early morning, Fi and I woke with a shock …or should I say, I woke up Fi with a fright, shouting out like a lunatic thanks to a bad dream!

I remember the dream vividly; a gang of brutish hillbillies was attempting to run Fi over in their car, and I was trying to pull the car back by the bumper, whilst shouting and swearing at them. However, they couldn’t understand me as my words wouldn’t form properly and instead everything was coming out as a loud weird groan.

And that’s when I suddenly woke up …with Fi looking at me with a mixture of concern and alarm, asking if I was ok! 😊

(Right, that’s it …no more Baileys for me before bed! …or at least not until that evening and then only one Baileys!)

It wasn’t long (the next evening in fact) before we were left wondering if it was a premonition rather than a dream …because it wasn’t the only time we came across bullies and the next time was far more frightening – and very real!

Dunelm vs. John Lewis

Breakfast was well …breakfast! – We were into our routine now and were only interrupted if something new and interesting happened around the breakfast bar.

(Which never did, unless you counted me spilling orange juice …a couple of times! …anyone would think I had a drinking problem!)

There were no ‘Sunbed Wars’ to start the day, as we were going off campus to the beach, so we just plodded along doing our thing. Recovering from the morning’s excitement.

At breakfast we happened to sit next to an odd couple, two women both a bit younger than us and obviously traveling together …when we say they were odd we mean they were really quite strange!

The tables were close enough at breakfast that you could hear conversations, and honestly, we wish we hadn’t, theirs was utterly dull!  

The whole discussion (or more like a one-way lengthy diatribe) was all about flat-pack furniture and how perhaps it’s a good idea to check the floor is level before rejecting Dunelm for John Lewis because it looked wrong.

It was truly titillating stuff …or so you would think given the incredibly fake posh laughter from the companion, who had not said a word the whole time.

The strange thing was they were clearly on holiday together (we’d seen them arrive together a day or so ago), but the whole exchange was as if they had never spoken to each other before, let alone spent any time together. It was more like they were on a first, extremely dull, date!

We were to cross the path of the Dunelm Duo again later in the day…

To the beach

Armed with everything we needed for a day at the beach we headed off, dropping into the local shop for snacks and water en route.

The beach was fantastic and almost deserted when we arrived, so we stretched out on a couple of sunbeds and made ourselves comfortable for the day.

There is nothing quite as relaxing as listening to the sound of the waves. I must have drifted off to sleep for a while because when I looked up there was a small crowd enjoying the amazing beach.

After a little while I decided it was time for a swim, but try as I might, I could not persuade Fi to join me. To be honest, when I first stepped into the water, I nearly ducked out myself, it was freezing! But it was so beautifully clear and fresh that I took the plunge and enjoyed cooling off in the sea.

…and there was plenty of time afterward to dry off in the sunshine.

We stayed on the beach most of the day, listening to the sounds of the seaside, the waves lapping the shore, people talking, and children playing. It was lovely.

The Spanish ‘One Direction’ (or should that be ‘Juan Direction’?)

After a lovely day, it started to cool down so we headed back …it was getting colder generally, especially late afternoon / early evening.

When we headed out that night we were well wrapped up (albeit in our summer cardigans!)

We’d got the hang of avoiding the dinner scrum, just arrive a little later, avoid pointy elbows, and don’t go anywhere near people with sticks (which admittedly was half the guests!)

That night’s poolside entertainment looked more interesting than the last few nights, mostly because they were a good-looking Spanish boy band, complete with the sort of moody looks only attractive 20-somethings can achieve!

When we arrived at the bar it was very busy with all the prime seats taken up by a gang of older women out for fun, fuelled by Baileys!

(From where we were standing at the back it looked a bit frightening, so heaven knows what it looked like from the makeshift stage!)

The band was okay but mostly they just looked pretty as they pranced around, so after a couple of songs Fi and I decided we had seen enough diva posing and looked for a way out.

Besides, the ‘olds’ were having way too much fun and we didn’t want to be around when the women in the audience went all ‘Tom Jones’ and threw their knickers on the stage in appreciation!

Instead, we made a quick exit to the tent bar for some peace and quiet, stopping briefly to say hi to the Red Winers. This is when we bumped into the Dunelm Duo who unceremoniously shushed us, telling us to get out of their way!

Well, really! How very rude!

It’s just as well Fi and I were now back to our normal state of cool, calm and chilled.

(Little did we know the next night would test that to the limits)

…and so, we ended another lovely day by drinking G&Ts in the tent bar.