This is our fifth day in the land called 'Cornwall'. We have noticed many invading tribes with exotic names such as 'Geordie', 'Scouse', 'Cockney" and 'Brummie' additionally a number of marauding 'Germans' known locally as 'sun bed nickers'.
In this strange land there appears to be a daily ritual. Groups of males, bleary eyed from mating dances the night before congregate in little groups at places selling a dish called 'full english breakfast - £3.95' - here they stay boasting about their successes the night before (which always appear to be somewhat embellished from the truth) until such time they feel sufficiently recovered to spend time on the beach sunbathing.
On the first day, after spending sometime on the beach observing the local shows of the males and females diplaying their wares, we all were victims of a local condition called 'beetroot' brought on by prolonged exposure to the sun. It can be quite a painful condition leaving a semi-permanent mark called 'white bits'.
Later today two of our party are going to spend a night along the coast at a place called 'Westward Ho!' to visit the mother of our family guest - Jess.
As I write I am standing on a long sandy beach keeping a watchful eye on my two daughters as the bodyboard in the rolling waters - they tell me to keep my distance as they try and snare a near mythical beast called 'a surfer with a modest ego'. We shall see....
P
Peter Jackson
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