Part three of the Camper Chronicles! The Davies clan venture to Camber Sands in search of sea and sand…but face up to something far more violent.
I climbed out of the van, clambered over the pushchair, the table, chairs and the remnants of last night’s two-person wine and Doritos binge, unzipped the front of the awning and stepped triumphantly into the crisp morning air. We had survived our second night in the van. The boys had, and still were sleeping and I felt like I was the only human being awake and experiencing the joys of Mother Nature’s work at dawn.
I beheld the scene. The majesty of the sky made my heart race; deep violets and reds swirled and eddied through the sky, making purple with the blue. Traces of gold outlined the jagged clouds which had been dragged chaotically across the canvas of the sky. The campsite was bathed in an ethereal wash of scarlet. In the distance, beyond the grey sea wall, I could hear the waves of the channel colliding with the shoreline. This was a sight that I would pay to see. If there was a reason to fall out of bed, this was it. Then it struck me. Something was wrong…
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