Treasure and spies

We got our last day in the waves today, and there was even sun! It was quite simply the best body boarding I've had, and there have been many excellent days in the sea this summer!

But the most exciting thing was also most unexpected! Treasure!

Well, a hunt for treasure! As the three of us were alternating supervision of four sand drawing children, we noticed another trio of very fascinating folk. I could only imagine they were parents out with their sixth form son, engaged on some intricate Geography or Art coursework. Why else would you be measuring out very precise distances from the posts in the sand with a long piece of string, then digging deep holes, peering into them and then filling them back in.

Eventaully we could stand the curiosity no more. I was despatched.

"I'm guessing it's Geography or Art coursework, but we can't decide!"

Man looks warily around, "Yes. It's a treasure hunt. We're searching every beach from Ballycastle to Benone (that's the whole of the North Coast. We have been working out the clues and doing quite well. But some people aren't working out the clues. We're being followed by people who are watching us. There's a car quite close by that is watching us right now..."

Mags looks warily around, "Oh. Good luck with that then!"