you can find a quiet spot. It was busy this morning at Winterton-on-Sea, the holiday season is upon us, which means that everyday is Sunday for the next month or so (anyone who has read Walking Ollie will know how much I love that). It’s a liberty, and on our own private beach too. Roll on November, that’s what we say.
Dylan slightly let the side down by cocking his leg on a man’s vacuum picnic hamper, one of those rectangular blue plastic boxes that the man had carelessly left directly in Dylan’s path. I had to do some pretty profuse apologising; at least it had the lid on.