Supping a beer on the beach...

Yesterday we were out and about for most of the day, but managed to squeeze in a couple of beers on the beach, accompanied with loads of humus and tehina and, of course, pitot (pita bread). "M" joined myself and mrs. anglosaxy - he didn't take much persuading.

Always amazes me how some of the locals don't want to go to the beach. This is the Mediterranean we are talking about, not Bognor Regis! They should spend a couple of weeks on the beach in rainy England in mid-June - not to sure how many Israelis would be left standing after the rising tide has forced them further and further up the beach until they're left squashed next to a dear old granny who has decided to impress the onlookers with her striking new one-piece. And then the clouds start forming and the half-hour of 'hot' sunshine is lost for another few days.

Really miss those hot, English summers...