Message in a Bottle

It was my first time, though it was anything but a day for firsts.  The weather was mild at best, or perhaps it could be called bleak for that time of year: my summer holiday…

It was my first time, though it was anything but a day for firsts.  The weather was mild at best, or perhaps it could be called bleak for that time of year: my summer holiday.  I was walking along the beach, at the water’s edge; the Waterboys song still playing in my ear – that morning I had looked up the Waterboys on Spotify.  I had thought of the Waterboys when eating full English at the hotel with a sea view, headphone in to prevent.  God, that categorises me, start with my being fat, middle aged and alone and work out from there.  Well, I thought I would “celebrate my freedom” by strolling up to the nudist beach, further than I had thought or dared to go as a youngster playing in the wave, or a young lover posing on the towels, or a... Read more...

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