You know that feeling when you just need to be by the sea.
I think this is one of those things when I’m going one way and the world the other (I don’t drink Tea or Coffee either which is seemingly the same as Genocide to some people it’s so outrageous).
I hate the seaside, always have. I was born in a Seaside town, I rarely went there.
I don’t care if it’s a pristine Welsh beach in the Gower, the endless White Sands of the Whitsundays or Costa Del Chlamydia – I’ve never seen the attraction – he’s a lot of water that will kill you if you drink it or fail to swim in it, moving up and down some grit, or big stones – obviously the sort of place you want to lay down in dirt to ‘relax’.
I have to assume beach lovers have never been to a lake – he’s a lot of water, you can swim in it without gagging on salt, there’s some grass to lay on which is infinitely better than sand and it’s rarely surrounded by arseholes, unlike beaches which seem to attract them like flies.