The sea was lively,.
Husb said "This is YOUR kinda sea!" and he was right, it was like being in the Atlantic Rollers but warmer.
The sand was fabulous as usual, although if I'm being a sand snob, we HAVE had better, and Dolly did some good digging...
the crabs scuttled right under the sunbeds...
and I had a lovely day thrashing about in the waves and doing my planks,
But getting there was a bit of a palava. The locals seem to think all cruise passengers are loaded and they have all the time in the world. They want to charge you a small fortune for a 3 mile ride and insist they are the only option. And our driver wasn't driving off until he had a full bus which was annoying. It was more annoying for the other passengers than us...one lady only wanted to nip to town for some Blue Mountain coffee. It would have been easy to get cross but we were on holiday and it was sunny and it's a nice beach and we would go back there again because as Hobson's Choice it was the safest, cleanest option. It was just a pity the locals made us feel like it was all too much trouble.
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