There's nothing quite like Exmouth Beach, despite its inherent lack of class. I've been there twice in the last two days. The first was Saturday evening when Pray-Eng (the name Johnny came up with for the English students prayer group - ingenious, I think you'll agree) went for some crazed frisbee throwing on the beach. We arrived to find that many folk not only from NFI but also a large group of people, many of them CU folks, were celebrating a couple of birthdays, so we sort of merged, and despite the fact that we managed to lose a rather nice frisbee to the sea, it was excellent fun. We even got a brief visit from Scooby Doo, so there you go.
Yesterday was fairly eventful. After the morning service at Belmont, I popped home before myself and James went to watch England's skin of the teeth win over Ecuador at Irish Tash's, whilst eating skittles. Having bade farewell to the aforementioned Gallic Lass (who is in Spain next year), I then went on to the Evening service at Belmont, before finding myself on Exmouth beach again this time with other Belmontian folks playing a rather intense game of ultimate frisbee. Apologies must go the numerous folks I fowled shockingly, particularly Johnny (who I clobbered over the head accidentally when attempting to leap for the frisbee - a different Johnny, incidentally, to the aforementioned) and Mark (whose presence I tried to wave away comically but instead I managed to slap). So sorry about that. I have a kind of competitive edge with which I shock myself sometimes.
Tonight is the Summer Ball, for which I probably ought to iron some trousers, and straighten out a tux.
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