Play

The sun came out and we made a court in the sand. We spent the best part of the day punching volley balls about and drinking Mike's frocca-mocca-chinos on the vast oceanfront. When we'd worked up an impressive covering of perspiration we stampeded into the ever increasing waves and rode them until we lost the sun. We found posh tennis courts and razzed gleaming new balls about until our tummies roared for another five hour marathon dinner back at camp, where we nattered away and listened mainly to Balkan Pop deep into the night, filled completely with stars and a huge moon.