Knee-deep in farting mud, flashing back to Artax the horse’s traumatic death in The NeverEnding Story.īeing the most abundantly sized in the group, I sank the fastest. You know the one, where you realise you’re actually sinking. It was then that I started to get that sinking feeling. What an adventure! I’ve never seen a beach like this before, we said to each other. The choice that turned us into bog people.īefore long, the sand became a smidge muddy. I’ll always look back on that moment and remember the choice we made. After all, our mates had commitments back in town and a long drive to get there on time.īut our friend wanted to see the pier and suggested we keep going. I think it was at this point I asked, casually, if we should turn back. We came across a sweet little rowboat up on the sand. Or could it be the way my thighs had almost disappeared?
It was great to stretch our legs and shake off the stiffness and stress of moving day. We bid her adieu and smugly set off.Īlthough it wasn’t strictly our private beach, we didn’t see another person. The other had already been for a run that morning. One of the two friends who’d come to help us settle in joined us. ‘We came across a sweet little rowboat … I think it was at this point I asked if we should turn back.’ Photograph: Angela May/Getty Images/EyeEm
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