I had a good catch up with old friends this weekend so didn’t get around to posting my gratitude to the large family of tourists that tried to beat nature. Saturday we had a glorious morning that gave way to a darkened afternoon and eventual rain here. One family arrived around 10 am and decamped from two 16 seat minibuses, I counted several generations. They entered the beach and set out windbreakers, cool boxes and swing ball, presenting a perfect tourist scene. I considered pointing out their folly given the weather but chose not to in the end. It was great to see a family holiday in true English ‘despite the weather’ mode. By 2 pm the wind had got up, it was chilly and flecks of rain were drifting past. My tourist diehards remained resolute with their ice cream cornets and beach cricket. By 4 we had prolonged light rain but the family seemed to relish the opportunity to wash off the sugar from their donuts. At 4.30 the minibuses returned and they carefully packed all of their gear back in them and headed out of town.
This is what makes the UK unique, our perverse determination to ignore the weather! This was just one, albeit very good, example of what I have seen all over town. People walking backwards in order to eat their chips without them being blown away, people browsing sunglasses whilst holding a paper over their head against the rain. It’s madness on a scale that you wouldn’t see anywhere else in the world. They ignore the weather and soldier on with an attitude of ‘we are on holiday so we WILL have fun’ power to them.
Honourable mentions for Geoff, did you ever doubt I would ride again? Really? And to Zoff for his unique take on life, always refreshing.