On the beach

Sunshine … at last. The day started late for most and consisted of little more than sunbathing and downing alcohol. The beach took centre stage in the morning with impromptu games of cricket against the locals and a few brave souls ventured into the sea, which was a rather unappetising green colour. The shipwrecked tanker a few hundred yards off shore – it has been there for seven years – hardly added to the scene. It was marginally better sight than Millsy on the beach in black slip-on shoes.

In the afternoon it was much the same, although Rick set out to find the perfect OC cocktail and after some studious research – which mainly involved concocting some foul brownish liquids others had to drink - he discovered “The OC” which was immediately added to the menu at a very reasonable RS275 (£3.30). All were forced to consume and some even claimed to enjoy it.

What was of interest was the different approaches to sunbathing. Tristian opted for the Hawaiian Tropic oil but somehow while he didn’t burn his head did; Gatesy went a remarkable red colour, smothered himself in factor 80 and then headed back into the sun; most others opted for discretion, although Copleston, as expected, tried to soak up more sunshine than Nick Read in a June heatwave..

Fines, hosted by Mike Chase and Nathan Ross, were possibly the most evil so far as they went into town and returned with a local beverage/paintstripper made from cashew nuts and which hovered around the 43% proof mark.

In the evening we went for the BBQ while Millsy tried to overcome his misdemeanours of the previous 24 hours by dancing alone on the stage in front of 200 bemused and distinctly unimpressed diners.

Dick of the Day Jole Johnson. A harsh call based on her luggage blunder of the previous day …