We'd all gathered for our friend Ian's birthday and moved to the sands edge to enjoy the fading light, a cold beer and each others company. Jesus, that's way too poetic for us lot-rewind-how about 'we dragged our arses to the shoreline and haphazardly hung out for a so-so sunset'....mo bettah.
Meanwhile, with the wind blowing wildly off the mountain, Ian's five star lodging didn't quite hold up to the gale force conditions.
Not deterred our lad sat front and center on his plastic throne, essentially not giving a shit.
Ulli was here.
After being the generous beach masseuse that she is, Melanie wisely staked out her spot next to the fire.