Well, I seem to be the first person down to the NHOTW Bank Holiday Beach Hut.

That means I get first choice of deckchair!

And now I'm here too. I'm going to ride on the donkeys.

All of them.

Except that angry looking one.

I wonder if that place on the front is open yet. 'TEAS - ICES - MINERALS - BEACH TRAYS'.

Now, I've brought some ham sandwiches for everyone. There's not too much sand in them. And there's a pork pie cut into quarters and some tomatoes.

There's sand in my sandwich.

Anything vegetarian?

I've bought loads of hard boiled eggs for everyone.

Nightjar wrote:

There's sand in my sandwich.

There are witches in mine.

I knew I shouldn't have brought along that wicker chair.

The Call of the Wendigo wrote:

I've bought loads of hard boiled eggs for everyone.

Oh. Anything vegan?

Those awful people over there with the windbreak, and the black-and-white portable TV running off a car battery. I think they've been drinking.

Oh dear, how plebeian.

Oh hya mum!

Well, the tide's coming in. I suppose we'd better be getting back to the car park.

I'm not. I'm going to fight the sea. I'll show it not to ruin my holiday.

I'll soon wrestle it into submission.

I'm eggbound now.

'Dare you defy me Neptune!"

You know, like Caligula.

Wackopedia wrote:

"Roman troops ordered to collect seashells as "spoils of the sea". The few primary sources disagree on what precisely occurred. Modern historians have put forward numerous theories in an attempt to explain these actions. This trip to the English Channel could have merely been a training and scouting mission. The mission may have been to accept the surrender of the British chieftain Adminius. "Seashells", or conchae in Latin, may be a metaphor for something else such as female genitalia (perhaps the troops visited brothels) or boats (perhaps they captured several small British boats)."