I awoke this morning to find the conditions in my tent somewhere between the Sahara and the centre of the sun. Having brought no ground mat or pillow I hadn’t had the most comfortable night’s sleep, and looking down I now found my body crawling with ants like a bad Salvador Dali painting. Thankfully we had pitched facing East, so we had absolutely no shielding from the sun’s unrelenting force.
This afternoon we went down to a secret beach, which wasn’t really secret at all, but had the most insanely powerful waves I have ever experienced. Attempting to take on the raw power of the sea, whilst baking in the midday sun, I felt every bit the Brit abroad. Sadly there were no mad dogs around to complete the proverb.