Reviews, Rants and Rhetoricalness

When my mother asked if I would like to go scalloping with her and my grandparents at some beach they had read about, I thought why not, it's a beach and it's summer - what's the worst that could happen?

Well...

After an excruciatingly long car trip in which my grandmother must have babbled for at least an hour straight, we finally arrive at this beach in the middle of nowhere (seriously, I don't even know what suburb you would call it). Naturally, it was raining, despite the fact that it is meant to be summer here, and rather windy as well. But no, that wasn't going to stop us, so we put on our warm clothing and soldiered on.

This beach also happened to be the longest bloody beach I had ever seen. Took us probably atleast 15mins just to reach ankle height. And halfway through we all abandoned our shoes as the sand was so muddy we kept on losing them.

We then finally reached the water to find that it was warmer than the surrounding air was. Of course.

After another 30 mins of searching through murking water we finally gave up and trundled back to the car to dry off and warm up.

And what did we get from the whole experience?

Not a single bloody scallop.