“I don’t understand this settlement behaviour,” my Dutch husband uttered as we plonked ourselves down on beach towels on Daymer Bay beach in Cornwall, England.
There were couples, groups and families camped out on the overpopulated beach around us armed with fold away chairs with built-in cup holders, light portable tables, tents in every size and colour you could imagine, multi-coloured wind breakers, portable radios, enough reading material to make the nearest library more than a little jealous and large cool boxes brimming with enough to satisfy the most ravenous of hungers for many days should the world’s food chain suddenly implode. One group parked on the other side of the beach to us had even brought their own full size BBQ and looked like they had no intention of leaving anytime that summer.
“You don’t see this in the Netherlands,” he muttered, genuinely bewildered as he looked around the beach.
Anyone beg to differ?