SANDSTORM

As we left the pier, I mentioned to Wilson that I hoped his visit hadn't been spoiled by the aggressive and persistent seagull.

'Oh, no!' he replied, 'He was funny — he reminded me a lot of Uncle Zoltan...'

He reflected for a few moments before adding, 'Apart from the small of Dead Fish, of course... uncle Z smells much worse!'

We strolled along the beach for a bit but, while warm and sunny, it was very windy and the extremely fine sand was being whipped across the beach. 

W complained that so much sand was getting caught in his fur that it was becoming difficult to walk, so we decided to return to our hotel to fortify ourselves in the Bar.