What Trials and Tribulations?

Today I thought I would escape the maddening crowds and their soggy red, white and blue bunting and flags.

I strolled down to the peace and tranquility of my private beach. The sand was warm and fine, and as you can see, the shells are equisite.

The chilled Sancerre was a delightful contrast to the warmth on my back.

Bianca, my masseuse, was on form and cheekily massaged out the last vestiges of muscular tension from my broad shoulders and chiselled torso.

After she had finished I fancied a swim, so turned the water thermostat up a few degrees, and set the wave machine to 'light surf.'

Later, as I rinsed under the fresh water waterful, I mused that somewhere in South Glos a bloke was probably sat in his log cabin watching his 'fouls' huddle in their coop out of the rain.