I never thought I’d have the technological capacity to blog from the Beach, but here I am.  We bought a cheap beach tent and I’m crammed into it with my iPad.  I have no interest in sunbathing and I can only handle so much sun before I get irritated.  People may think I’m mad, but its my life and I’m too old now to worry about what others think.

Mind you, I think some of them are mad.  We’re in a resort which is populated mostly by Germans.  The beach is not a good place to share with German tourists.  I have honestly never seen so many Naked people in my entire life.  The laugh is that the naked ones are all at least sixty years old, and I would guess the average age of the nudist is seventy.  There is nothing aesthetically pleasing about seeing a seventy-five year old woman, or man, prancing around the beach wearing nothing but a hat.  Prancing it is too, because they don’t lie down and keep themselves to themselves.  It seems important that the entire population of the beach sees their shrivelled-up, drooping, dangling appendages.

I am put off cocktail sausages for life.