We were just a group of mates staying at
Sharpinghead for the Spring Bank Holiday Weekend.
Well when I say it was just a group of mates,
we were more than that and I should also clarify that by saying it was a group
of mates and Waldo.
We were staying at the Whitecliff Hill
Caravan Park close to Sharpington.
There were 8 of us altogether in three
caravans, my sister Lorraine shared with Louise and Charlotte, I shared with
Dave and Andy while Samantha shared the third caravan with her boyfriend Waldo
Pienaar.
We were all in our early 20s apart from Waldo
who was pushing 30 and again with the exception of Waldo we had been friends forever.
Caravan holidays weren’t really my cup of tea
at all, as I don’t like caravans or tents for that matter but that’s probably
because I’m 6ft 4, so of course caravans don’t really cater for people of my
height.
The only reason I went at all was because
Samantha Perry was going to be there, and the fact she was going was very
important to me because I loved her, I always had, and I always would, which
was sad really because she didn’t love me, because if she did she wouldn’t have
kept going out with a succession of complete pillock’s like Waldo.
But I figured if I couldn’t have her to
myself I could at least be around her and enjoy her company and it wasn’t the
first time I’d tagged along on such outings, so I wouldn’t want to give the
impression that I was miserable on such occasions, I still had fun I just
didn’t have Sam to myself.
We arrived at the caravan park late on Friday
night in the pouring rain and we were all exhausted, we only had the energy for
a quick drink and turned in early.
Saturday started grey and damp and the
evidence of the previous days deluge was everywhere to be seen, but the sun
burst through mid-morning and we got to spend the rest of the day on the beach.
Which was where I got to see the sight that
drew me to the beaches of Sharpington in the first place, the most beautiful
girl I have ever known wearing her yellow bikini.
It was a lovely afternoon and we had great
fun playing volleyball on the sand, only my sister Lorraine noticed that I
spent more time watching Sam than I did the ball.
The evening though was a massive let down for
me as Samantha and Waldo didn’t join the group, Waldo wanted them to go out on
their own.
The rest of us went to the pub and the
evening really dragged.
I was up early on Sunday Morning of the
Whitsun Bank Holiday weekend, although no one seems to call it Whitsun anymore,
the fad seems to be to call it the Spring Bank Holiday instead, I don’t know
why.
The rain had returned in earnest during the
night and the park was very quiet, I walked around for a while squelching
between the puddles and then approached caravan 17a.
The pretext was to speak with Waldo but in
truth I wasn’t looking for him at all the only reason I was going over there
was to see Sam.
I knew she was an early riser so I was sure
she would be up and the kettle would be hot.
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