I can't think of a suitable title for this.

The good weather finally arrived on Crete, and I was reminded that I wasn't here to enjoy myself.
The memsahib demanded a day on the beach.
Personally, I can't think of anything worse.
All those legs, and stranded Whales...
I was even forced to drink beer... (not beer as we know it).
But then, I did sneak an early run in, so I suppose it's only fair.