Thursday 8 October 2015

Cold and drunk.



..... but what I do remember from that night is that someone had a fire lit when we got back from the beach and we sat near it and did more drinking and talking that we thought was remembering but we couldn't remember too straight and just agreed with each other when we talked about people and places none of us had ever heard of but we thought we sounded well travelled.
 
In the distance we could still hear the waves pounding on the rocks and after that we needed the fire to see by as well as to keep us warm when things got dark. But the night wasn't cold - it was late June but we took it for cold because we were cold from three days not sleeping and with lying asleep on the beach after being in the water then wakening up shivering and with bad tastes in our mouths.

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