No

He doesn’t pick up, his phone goes straight to voicemail.

‘Fucking pot head’ you mutter to yourself.

You decide fuck it, grab your eyes and wallet and go down the pier for the day and bum around. If nothing else maybe you’ll be able to stare at a few chicks and have a drink in the last of the September sun.

You head out and head to the beach.

When you arrive the place is pretty full for this time of year. You park up, where do you go?