Sam & Nick versus the Sea

I am sure from the title of this blog that you probably have an inkling of where this story is going. Suffice to say, we both managed to look like a pair of right idiots this weekend. And it all started so well...

Saturday was a glorious day, it was hard to believe it was February. As soon as I finished work I trotted off down to Bordeaux to meet Nick. He had been shopping on the bridge and we decided to go for a lovely romantic walk along the beach. It turned into one of those exciting adventure rambles, you know the sort, where you are scrambling up rocks and peering into rock pools pretending you're in the Famous Five. What is great about Bordeaux is that there are lots of low tide little islands that you can climb onto and we were doing just that. The largest of these we decided to stop and sunbathe on. It was so warm and sunny we sat there dozing for about half an hour. It was so relaxing and was making us both think that Guernsey is wonderful etc etc.

So up we got after a very relaxing time and started to walk back towards land. As we reach the crest of a small hill I watch Nick stop dead. Shit. The sea had sneakily rushed in, at a speed I could hardly fathom, and there was now a stretch of water in between us and the beach approximately the width of a motorway. I completely paniced and basically decided to jump right in and get across quick, as I could see it was getting deeper by the minute. So off went the shoes and socks and up went the trouser legs. Would have been OK apart from the water was waist deep. So I reached the other side, panting and a little bit scared if I'm honest (thoughts of spider crabs were circling my mind) and I looked back to see one forlorn trainer bobbing out to sea like a little blue boat. I had dropped it without realising! So I had to wade back in, again into waist high water and rescue the sodding thing.

Meantime, Nick is doubled up in hysterics on the other side, having watched me flailing across the roiling depths, and cleverly decides to take his trousers off and go across a la Boxer shorts. Which was a very good idea if I'm honest. They also got soaked, and he cut his foot coming across but he made it too without too much bother. It was when he decided to bare himself afterwards in order to do a 'quick change' back into the trousers that was the icing on the cake!

Walking back in squelching wet trousers to the car, an elderly couple stopped us on the path and told us they had been watching our entire performance through their binoculars. Poor Nick, I'm not sure if they meant that end finale as well!

On Saturday night we went out to Christies with SJ & Mike, then on to Rachels flat as she had a few people around. Then I slept until 1pm on Sunday, hurrah! When I finally surfaced I went for a stroll to Soldiers Bay, and in the evening Rachel came around and we watched Barton Fink, which was absolutely brilliant.

PS Katie you are such a paedo!! But I sneakily agree with you. And Ant I am very pleased that you agree with me on the Donaldson, I am waiting for his new book to come out which I think is happening in October. Very very excited about that.