Signs up we turned the mood around with a wonder on the towns small high street. Some great small shops filled our morning and picked up some great new reads at a local secondhand bookshop, had a stiff coffee and returned slightly more upbeat to the dreaded itouch eater beach. Although not even the best of one liners seemed to lift the mood, could anything lift it or was it just simply stewing time?
At 3pm we'd well and truly had enough of itouch thieving beach, as it was now known. So prior to us moving on down the coast it was that time to check emails to see whether or not maybe, just maybe someone would have seen our signs and therefore done the right thing by getting it touch. We found a more brighter and far less dodgy internet cafe, this was a good start. Everything crossed we logged in and buggered me there sat one new mail from a chap called Ben Swanson. On opening it all seemed too much, almost joke like. His brief text stating he'd found our device and to call him. We've never logged out so fast !! His number rang we agreed to meet on the high street in 10.
Stomachs in our pants, nervous as a badger on ring road we stood and waited. Then like a god like figure he, Ben, appeared in a parting of the seas type moment. We shook hands and then the moment came that we'd longed for for the last 20 odd hours. Out of his pocket he pulled our long lost itouch. OMG as the sun beamed down on us what a moment of utter total elation. After local general opinions we never expected this!! Over night he'd even charged it as it had died.
They say you make your own luck but all this carry-on felt like a winning lottery ticket moment.
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