
The drive down from Columbia to Myrtle Beach pretty much frazzled my nerves to the point that when I had finished the three hour drive all I was not good for much other than panning out on the bed for an hour and a half. when I eventually pulled myself together are went across the road to a big old tourist center that they have here called Broadway at the beach. It's packed with all sorts of the usual tourist rubbish and also a shed load of restaurants. Being the, sort that have however I managed to pick an absolutely duff place called Johnny rocket's, which is a kind of retro '50s style diner. All very good in theory but in practice it's just the same old burger served up by the same old surly youths. I did however have my first malted milk shake, which was pretty good it must be said.

This morning after breakfast I took the 1 mi. walk from the hotel down to the beach itself. This was a strange experience in itself as I was pretty much the only person walking on the street, the car rules over here and its rule is absolute. The beach itself is slightly spoiled by the fact that all of the hotels are built right up onto the strand. It was however really nice to walk on the beach and get my feet in the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. It was also interesting to note that the Sunday morning walkers on Myrtle Beach are not at all dissimilar to the Sunday morning walkers on Tramore beach. I still have sound between my toes as I write this blog.

Meanwhile back at the ranch, the boy has been out in the weather sporting his new duffle coat and wellies! I've been away and nearly a week now and it's too long.

I've got Monday and Tuesday left to do and then it's back to dear old blighty. Not that I get to stay for long as I am flying out to Dublin on Saturday to run the marathon on Monday! Crazy fool!