Camber Sands in June can be a little early in the season for excitement. The schools are still in so the beaches are pretty empty, and the various entertainments, if they can be so called, are still rousing themselves from their winter slumber.
The weather, however, can be relied upon to be its usual all-or-nothing self. Last year we had the great Camber Storm, as nobody else called it. This year god let rip with mighty gusts of wind, enough to whip sand into all available crevices, but not enough to stop our usual game of boules on Sunday.
After last year’s encouraging fourth place, my boulez skillz deserted me this time; I was rubbish.
Camber appeared to be hosting a Fifties Throwback day, with the fish’n’chip shop full of gentlemen just too large for their jeans and checked shirts and ladies just too small for their hair. Sadly my attempts at papping them failed miserably, you’ll have to take my word.
In OMG It’s All Different news: The garage next to Gilchrist’s is gone, fenced off and presumably to be reborn as something other than scrubland. The old Royal William pub is now pseudo-Art Deco eco-housing, but Passing Man With Dog said the eco bits were eco-broken. And Arnold Palmer’s Putting Course is now a poppy field, resting gently before the builders sprinkle Arnold Palmer’s Affordable Housing all over it.