Saturday, September 29, 2007
Another day, another beach.
This time it was Welcombe Mouth in Devon. I was here on a bit of business, this time. The folk in the self-catering cottage at The Edge were an odd bunch – a combination of lesbians and Buddhist monks. Just don’t ask.
Still, there was plenty for me to do. I find that in the wake of people needing a week away from their stressful lives, a little misery can put a dampener on everything. I started their week away with an exploding kettle and a power failure, closely followed by leaking radiator pipes which meant that they had no heating save for a small wood-burning fire.
Still they were more or less happy so I topped that up with a blown light in the shower and a broken toilet roll, miserable weather and high winds.
They lapped it up. I thought lesbians were a miserable lot? Even the destruction of one of the cars (actually none of my doing) categorically failed to dampen their spirits. I can console myself that neither of the writers wrote, but that’s about it.