Spend the evening at a thermal resort. Expensive, but worth the novelty of soaking in a hot pool without thousands of children running about trying to kill each other, as this place restricts entry to those over 14. The pool extends into a cave-like grotto providing shelter from the sun. We go inside. It’s peaceful in the dark. The warm water feels good on my raw thighs and I mention this to my wife, only to turn and find she’s swum off and I’m speaking to a young man with blonde hair and an alarmed look on his face. He also swims away leaving me alone in the grotto.
Parental advisory: the whole post is totally worth a read (and explains the chafing reference which is not what you think it means – shame on you) but may contain product placement. But the product placement is Bay of Plenty-related, as I am, so that is fine by me.
I wonder if Danyl has been reading one of my other all-time favourite bloggers, Jonny B at Private Secret Diary. Spooky if he hasn’t. (This is meant as high praise.)