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.