Once upon a time,

On the 14^th November, 2004. At a quarter past six in the morning….. the retched beep of my alarm clock woke me right up, so ‘up’ that after colliding with the ceiling, I fell down the ladder, landing in a heap on the floor.

‘Curse the alarm!’ I cried. Crawling over to my alarm I flicked the switch to, ‘Shut up’.

Having to be at grumps place by 7.00am was pushing it, but we made it for about 7.15. Not too bad.

                                   "Three huddled in the Volvo V40,

                                           But only dad is pushing forty.

                                          A buggy, two boards. 5 kites on the floor,

                                          Hey grumps, just don’t open that door."

7.30 meet at Tesco’s car park with Jezz and TimA.

     ‘You got the money?’

     ‘Yeah, you got the stuff?’

     ‘Yeah, take this.’ Grumpy passes a walkie talkie through the open window.

     ‘Thanks.’ Grunting a reply.

     ‘See you there.’

Blacked window glides up, car roles away. Sirens ring in the distance, ‘We better move.’

A few hours down the road our stomachs rumble. A crackle on the talkie, then, ‘Pull over.’ the gaze onThree worried faces meet . ‘Pull over, I’m hungry. Pull over!’

Once full up with ‘Sausage buns’ the voyage continued until we arrived. Well, if the Hunstanton golf club counts as arriving.

Once finally there, we tipped out the contents of the car, including the camera, which has 25ish minutes of lush video. Who could I frame? Who was most vulnerable for attack? Who was changing into thermal underwear? Jezz. While TimA was busy taking pictures of him, I had flicked the switch to Video and my gun, sorry, my camera was up an blazing.

Next stop was the beach.

The Beach. A nice relaxing day of . . . . .boarding over peoples sandcastles, spraying sand in peoples faces, and most of all, Jezz, keeping ya legs warm.

Camp was set up "200 miles" from the path down from the car park, which we walked.

My kite was the third up in the air, I think, and I was second as we had recently been passed by a paraglider who took first place.

All had a great time of course, Jezz buggied to as far as the eye could see. TimA boarded on a couple of miles further than I did. But I did get on my board right, wait for it . . . with my kite at last.... Oh and Grumps broke his bridal, TimA’s speedo and his knee, I think, so he watched the rest of the game from the sideline, head in hands.

All in all, t’was time well spent, as the sun set in the sky and the Tellytubbies had said goodbye, we walked the "200 miles" back to the car park in a line. Not the Three Kings, but the Five Princes. As we walked, in the distance and above the glow of the orange sun, outlines of kites could be seen in the sky, along the horizon, making our day.