We were staying in the very posh Haven Hotel, which is RIGHT next to the sea - there is a giant conservatory out the back and a patio bit where you can sit, which is directly next to the floodlit, crashing waves. We had a very nice three course meal and then got to dress up in posh frocks (the girls, that is, not the men!!) and join in with the dancing. (Or more correctly in my case randomly cavorting around and crashing into people...!
Today, the 8 of us went out for a walk along the beach, across the ferry, and then continuing along the coast towards Old Harry. We WERE having a nice walk (despite being pretty much blown along) UNTIL...
we came to a part where a concrete slipway came down to the little sliver of beach we were walking along, as the tide came in. The beach and the slipway formed a sort of corner "ditch", which was rapidly being covered by crashing waves, and which was right next to some gabions, which were helpfully covered in barbed wire. Everyone took it in turns to wait until the sea was just drawing back, and then to run to the slipway. Unfortunately, the sea was coming in faster and more violently than we thought, and first of all Jackie tried to jump over, stuck her hand out to the gabion to stop herself slipping, and gored her hand on the barbed wire. A really nasty, deep gouge.
I took a running jump just after her, got caught by a wave, slipped, and landed flat, face down, on the concrete slipway in the water. Most of my weight landed on my bad knee and I also landed on my right wrist. I jolted my shoulders and back, and had SOAKING jeans.
The long and the short of this unfortunate incident is that we hobbled to a nearby hotel, called Jackie a taxi to take her to a cottage hospital to have tetanus injections and sutures, and I hobbled, soaking wet to the pub. I sat by the open fire, nursing my various injuries, steaming as the water dried slightly from my freezing cold, soaking clothes. Still, after a nice pub lunch and lots of medicinal real ale, I started to see the funny side of it all. Jackie and Dave returned from the hospital and she had been successfully patched up too, so all was well in the end.
Believe it or not though, it was still fun. Honestly.
Although ouch, ooh, everything hurts and I am going to be black and blue for a while...