"There's Always Sunshine After the Rain..."

Well, the weeks rest is nearing the end with tomorrow being our last full day. The weather forecast for Friday and Saturday was set to be sunny with no further downpours, which is just as well as the grassy areas around the pool are beginning to resemble a muddy football pitch in January.

It was therefore a disappointment to wake up and discover the familiar grey clouds and drizzle.

However, mid morning the clouds broke and we finally got our proper sunshine, taking full advantage by laying around the pool all day reading and people watching with the kids in and out of the pool constantly. It is now beginning to feel like the rest we had hoped it would be.

I started to observe the other guests and whilst there were several new ones, there were also some that were here when we arrived. Firstly, there was the Mancunian couple who were just about to depart. We hadn't got to know them but they were striking inasmuch as that his stark white hair made him look older than he was and her dyed auburn hair, make up and breast implants made her look younger.

One lady is here all alone, I guess she is in her late 50's and spends her time reading, smoking and drinking. The bar opens at 11am but she always manages to get them to serve her a beer just after 10. I haven't seen her speak to anyone at all yet.

Several families from Liverpool were still here but thankfully the very loud, alcoholic chain smoker who looked about 60 but who had declared herself to be 49 and single (I wonder why?) had thankfully gone home.

It seems to be a popular resort for people from Northern Ireland and all week we had seen a late middle aged couple, him being incredibly overweight and her being stick thin. It was probably quite easy to judge and pre-form opinions of how their lives must be... however, we wouldn't have guessed that he was a retired builder and singer in a band, they had 5 adult children and this was their break on their own to give preserve some sanity (I know what they mean and I am jealous. Very jealous.)

Finally there were the two best characters of the week, a gay couple of male hairdressers in their late 40's from Belfast. One had peroxide bleached, spiky hair and the other was the colour of mahogany from all the fake tan. They both drank ALL day, including champagne for breakfast and dressed EXACTLY how you would expect the stereotypical gay male hairdresser to dress (Budgie smuggler shorts, sarongs and vest tops. Oh, and one had "Angel" tattooed across the base of his spine). However, they were really entertaining and always happy to regale stories of what happened in gay night-clubs, including one incident with a banana that I won't reveal here. Seriously.


So, the sun shines and everyone is happy. After all, that's what we've come here for, isn't it? We've all got some colour, even if Dawn's is mainly red, so at least we'll be slightly darker than most others when we get back to Southend on Sunday morning. Provided it hasn't all faded away by then.

 

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