Can Happiness be Someone else's Dream?

It matters not a jot how much you are enjoying the time off work, the food, the drink, the company, the seasonal TV, the repeats, the food, the drink, the food, the TV; there comes a time when your body says "ENOUGH".

And then "Take me Outside".

So outside we ventured. Wrapped in Scarves. I knew they would come in handy - albeit that mine was trailing twenty feet on the ground behind me and Beloved's wasn't reaching round his neck twice.

The beach looked as if it had been ravaged by the Sea Weed Monster. A very angry Sea Weed Monster. There were trees, and traffic cones, and many, many millions of buckfast bottles. And in the middle of it all, some little kid had built a pretty sand castle, complete with turrets.

We walked almost the length of the Beach from the Coffee Shop to the shelter two thirds of the way to the end, scrambling through the dunes to realise that the Shelter had in fact been demolished. (Sad fact, this is where Mum and Dad Mark Two have been know to indulge in alcohol and perverted activities have a picnic of a summer's evening.

And then we walked back.

That was more than enough.

But look - We weren't the only ones.