I went on holiday and it was alright. Plenty of beachy stuff like sun, seaweed and "interesting" stones, ice cream cones with chocolate sauce, and daily shivering dips in the bracing British waters. It was a Blue Flag beach which meant we could emerge teeth-chatteringly chilled without gills, webbed feet or that Ready-brek glow that says: nuclear reactor.
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