We have, between the three of us, 223 years of existence, two aged 76 and me, the junior coming in at 71 years old. We are serious philosophical people. We decide to go to the beach for what may well be the end of the record breaking warm August Bank Holiday. We have spent so many summers here together with children and grandchildren and we love it. The bank holiday ended yesterday but as we are retired our holiday continued and we decided to make the most of it. We had already had wine for lunch and slept it off in the afternoon while the summer sun continued to shine. Then, when it began to cool, we rose up, packed our barbecue bits, our aged bathing costumes, towels and a bar of chocolate and went down to the Shingle beach we love so much. Everyone else was leaving as the sun went down but we lit our barbecue and chatted over a bottle of wine as the sea crept up towards us. The barbecue took ages to get going but suddenly, with extra effort from us, it glowed red. We cooked our sausages, ate them in buns with mustard and tomato ketchup washed down with more wine and then, as everyone had left the beach, we cast caution to the winds and staggered naked into the sea which didn’t make the slightest complaint about our age or our size or our state of inebriation. The sea just lapped up to the Shingle and we floated under the misty sky giggling like teenagers, then clambered up the shingle bank, gathered our belongings and came home to the 10.00 clock news and our grown up selves.
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