Spent three hours here this morning. Walked about a bit, pissed in a bush, did some burpees on the beach, bought a packet of chicken and a can of Irn-Bru from a Co-op.
Nothing else to report.
Tag Archives: Beach
Raging Portobello.
At high tide and with the waves chopping into the promenade, Portobello Beach is transformed from the plain, dreary sandpit typified by dog walkers and Strongbow-guzzling city dwellers lazing on towels with their tits out into something with urgency and vitality, a bit of drama for the afternoon. There’s nothing quite like pissing in the sea as the waves are thrashing. I like miserable scenes and I do most enjoy a good storm.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 