The great thing about Bognor Regis being my hometown is, hands down the beach,....okay so it's not the most outstanding beach in the world, we have a muddy/sandy substance covered by oodles of shingle (for those not in the know these are tons of small stones mixed with seaweed, cuttlefish, the odd bit of rubbish and every so often if you're very unlucky a bit of white dog poo), also the water is f**king freezing. But It's a beach none the less and is a great place to relax and just watch the world go by.
So today, that's just what I did with best mate Clogs and a couple of her ex-work friends. On a mildly balmy Saturday we chatted, paddled, played frisbee (quality of play ranged from shades of crap to duck for cover) and made up sarnies (the butter later going to the great butter churn in the sky when it turned to liquid in the sunshine). Oh and there were donkeys; Ted, George, Bobby and Dudley to be exact, who were really cute and shat all over the prom, bless.