Jock Lobster

We did the water park today. And the water park did for us too. 

Liberal doses of factor duffle-coat was jet-washed off down swimming-short crevice-inserting rides, with the result that, by the time the announcement of incoming inclement weather came over the tannoy and we decided to bolt before the 'bolts, we were all as pink as lobsters. 

Not a day for lots of photos either. Pointing a camera anywhere in a water park when there are all sorts of (and I mean ALL sorts) of body shapes on parade, some being just about contained in fabric, seems just that little bit pervy. So I didn't. Much.

Hez and Grant now heading down to the local 7-Eleven to see if they get ID'd buying beer. Acclimatisation almost complete.