Picture the scene.
A glorious English summer day.
Sitting on the glorious breach looking at the waves crashing on the shore and watching the DC frolililicking in the shallows.
Feckchairs, windbreaks, bunting erected, a helium gold star marking the spot, tucking into strawberries and Pimm's.
Utter Bliss.
Then a family turn up, park themslves right in our line of vision, on a relatively quite beach, blocking our view of the DC.
And the were carrying their togs in carrier bags and proceeded to drink lager from the cans.
So, AIBU, to be thinking decidedly UnBlytonesque thoughts?