Leaving West Bay

We went on an last-minute visit to a colleague's site in Bridport, Dorset this morning.

My first mistake: wearing the shirt that darkens so quickly when I sweat, when we were walking around a beach all afternoon. My second mistake: managing to lose a high-visibility vest. My third mistake: not taking something to read; that's a boring drive when all you have to listen to is Radio Five Live.

I learn that Audi's have no head room in the rear passenger seats, nor enough leg room to properly slouch.

I learn that opening the sun roof and winding all the windows up doesn't work unless you're doing about 70mph.

I learn that West Bay is the same as many other holiday towns on the southwest coast, complete with shitehawks, chip and fish shops, overpriced cafe's, and elderly tourists.

I learn not to order a ham sandwich from the Beach Cafe in West Bay.