OUR friend Judith was fully prepared for a day at the beach, and Joe loaded her stuff into the jeep.
Items included a parasol, rugs, folding chair, wicker picnic hamper, binoculars, several towels and a choice of reading matter.
And she looked the part.
Resplendent in a cotton shift the size of a Boy Scout’s tent, she’d topped it off with a giant sombrero. Sunglasses obscured her face.
Off we went, Judith holding on to her sombrero all the way down the mountain to the beach.
“Coming in for a swim?” I asked Judith.
“Not yet, dear. I’ll read my paper and get lunch organised. Brought enough for all of us, don’t you know.”
Joe and I swam for a while then rejoined Judith. She’d been busy in our absence.
Spread on a white cloth was a feast. Triangular crustless sandwiches, home-made sausage rolls, scotch eggs, bowls of fruit; it was like a piece of England.
“Bottoms up!” said Judith, handing us long-stemmed glasses of Pimm’s.
After lunch, contented and full, Joe and I stretched out on the sand to sunbathe.
“Damned hot!” said Judith. “Think I’ll put me bathing costume on and go for a dip.”
Joe politely averted his eyes while Judith wrestled with changing.
She disappeared from view completely under an enormous towel.
We heard her grunting, and the flailing under the towel made me think of wildcats fighting in a sack. At last the towel dropped and she was ready.
Smelling faintly of mothballs, Judith’s swimming attire was serviceable, but definitely not designer.
It was black and large with built-in pleated skirt, reminiscent of the nineteen-fifties.
“Look out for jellyfish,” said Joe as Judith made her way to the water’s edge.
Famous last words.
Minutes later, an almighty yell woke us from our doze.
Judith, sombrero awry, was exiting the water at a rate of knots. Joe and I jumped to our feet.
“Jellyfish! Bloody critter got me…” spluttered Judith, wincing and holding her leg. “Hurts like hell!”
The rash on her leg was already swelling and angry looking.
She sat heavily on the sand, her face creased in pain.
“What can we do?” I asked.
I looked around, but there was nobody on the beach apart from a family some distance away.
Judith was suffering; she was writhing and clutching at her leg. Jellyfish stings are notoriously painful.
And then I had an inspiration.
I love TV survival programmes, the kind where they show you how to rub two elephant beetles together to make a fire, and a bit of trivia I had absorbed suddenly surfaced.
“Quick, Joe! Pee on her!”
“Pee on her leg! It’ll take the sting away!”
“Don’t be ridiculous! I can’t just pee on Judith!”
“You have to! I can’t do it; it has to be male pee.”
“Good Lord,” said Judith, extending her leg. “If it’ll take the pain away, just DO it!”
“Well, I could… But you’ll both have to look away.” Joe was crimson with embarrassment.
“Okay,” I said, “just get on with it!”
For a long moment he just stood there in horror.
Then, realising that both Judith and I were deadly serious, he eased his trunks aside, took aim, and began urinating on Judith’s leg.
He was still in midstream when a shadow fell across us.
We became aware we were not alone.
The man from the distant family group had joined us, presumably having noticed Judith’s predicament.
Politely, he held out a tube of ointment.
“Medusa?” he asked quietly. “Jellyfish? This ointment will take away the sting immediately.”
Joe swung away, tucking himself back into his trunks as fast as he could.
The Spanish man avoided looking at Joe and didn’t comment on his bizarre behaviour. Instead, he splashed water on Judith’s leg then gently applied the ointment.
The relief, according to Judith, was instantaneous.
“Vinegar also works well,” said the man, now looking pointedly at Joe and nodding towards the cafe up the beach.
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