# Uncle Ron PT 3

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Posted by wetchas on November 23, 2022 at 10:58:57

Uncle Ron Pt.3.

Ron parked the Tesla in the Harbour View car park. Craig took the change bag out of the glovebox, and went off to get a ticket. Get a couple of hours, said Ron. I think its going to be a nice afternoon.
The weather had indeed changed considerably. From a dull, misty, and rainy start, it had now brightened up. The sun had come out, and all forecasts reckoned it was going to stay out, the temperature rising steadily accordingly.
Over their packed lunches at Manston they had made a decision as to what to do next. Someone had suggested driving down to Millport, a large seaside town around 10 miles away. This suggestion had found favour with the others, and now here they were.
All were dressed in clean, dry clothes, following a long hot shower. Craig had his black Adidas trackies with the grey stripes on, along with his orange North Face poly T shirt. He also had his grey North Face Hoodie tied around his waist. On his feet were his beloved Adidas Niteball Trainers. These grey and white shoes were only a couple of weeks old, and so far had escaped any punishment. He wondered if this afternoon it would be different.
He returned to the car with a ticket. I got Three hours he said £3.80. He gave the ticket to Ron who displayed it on the dashboard, and put the change bag back in the glovebox. The other three lads, and Ron got out of the car. George was now dressed in a pair of dark red Liverpool FC Adidas trackies with an Orange logo and stripes, and a white Adidas sweatshirt with the wording and logo across the front. On his feet were a pair of white Nike Air Force Ones, with blue air wording on the heel, and a blue swoosh. Sergio was now dressed in a pair of dark blue Adidas trackies, with a blue T Shirt with a camouflage panel across the front, with Adidas in white letters. He continued the blue theme with a pair of Nike MC trainers, with blue trim on the side. Last out of the car was Connor, who had gone downmarket slightly, and was wearing a McKenzie tracksuit in a grey and white colourway, which was made of a nice shiny poly material. It turned out that in his haste to get out that morning he had forgotten to pack any spare shoes, so he was still wearing his Grey & Yellow Nike Air Max 90s. Ron locked the car, and the five of them set off across the prom, Ron now in a pair of Khaki Chinos, a blue Polo Shirt, and a lighter blue Zip Up jumper, with Ping written on the front in small letters.
Millport boasted over a mile of golden sandy beach. A large, wide promenade skirted the beach, and on the other side were some large expanses of grass. Several amusement centres had grown up around here, and for the six weeks of the Summer holidays a large travelling funfair took up residence. A few years ago a large caravan park had opened up a couple of miles outside town, and with 800 caravans, plus room for tourers and tents, this brought a lot of business to the area. Consequently, Millport had become a vibrant and thriving resort, something that many seaside towns in the UK could only dream of.
The five of them walked along the front, Ron keeping his distance a bit. I don't want to cramp your style, he said. They had only walked about half a mile, when they heard someone shouting Serge, Serge. Sergio looked around in time to see two girls running towards him. Vanessa, he cried. The taller of the girls ran up to him and threw her arms around him. This is Vanessa, my cousin, said Sergio. And this is Chloe, my friend, said Vanessa. Both girls were dressed in hoodies, black lycra leggings, and trainers. Vanessa's hoodie was a dark blue Nike, and her leggings were Nike, with a large white swoosh just above the ankle. They all introduced themselves to Vanessa, and to Chloe, who was wearing a pink hoodie, with Pineapple in black lettering across the front. Her leggings were black Adidas, with white stripes running from top to bottom.
So, what are you up to, said Sergio. We're off to see Uncle Trevor, said Vanessa, he runs a Stand up Paddle board business at the end of the beach. After the rush is over he lets us take one out, do you fancy it. We haven't got any swimming stuff, said Sergio. Yes we have chipped in Craig, we're wearing it!
They made their way along the prom, and sure enough, there at the end was a sign saying Paddle Board Hire £5 per hour. Several boards were pulled up on the beach, and as they got closer Vanessa shouted out Trevor's name. He turned and looked at the six teenagers, Hello Van, he said, who have we got here. This is my friend Chloe, said Vanessa, here we have Sergio, a relative of yours and mine, and these are his friends, but I have forgotten their names already. The three lads introduced themselves. Right, said Trevor, I have Three boards free, so you will have to share. The two girls decided to go together, George teamed up with Craig, and Sergio with Connor. The girls removed their hoodies, revealing the tops of their swimsuits. They kicked off their trainers and socks, but kept their leggings on. I think we will go in with just our trackies and T's said George. This seemed like a plan. Craig untied the hoody from his waist and pulled off his shoes and socks. George did likewise, removing his sweatshirt to reveal a light grey Adidas poly T Shirt. Sergio removed his shoes and socks, and Connor took off his Tracksuit top. Underneath was a white North Face T Shirt, with a black logo on the front. I'll look after everything called out Ron. He had found a bench on the prom, so they handed all their clothing and valuables to him.
Picking up a paddle, they made their way to the waters edge. They all walked out until the water was just above their knees, then climbed on the boards. The girls had obviously done this before, as the sprinted away at a rate of knots. George and Craig were not far behind, but Sergio and Connor did not fare so well, the board overturning almost as soon as they had climbed on. Sergio's blue Adidas outfit turned significantly darker when wet, and Connors McKenzie trackies also turned a dark grey, almost black colour. Craig noticed though how brightly they shone when wet. Unlike some trackies, they seemed to stay shiny, even as the water was beginning to run out. His white T Shirt turned completely transparent, revealing his chest and nipples. It was almost as if he was topless. Pride comes before a fall, and Craig and George were so busy laughing, that they to lost their balance and overturned with a splash. Climbing back onto the board, Craig noticed that Georges Grey T Shirt was shining brightly, and clinging to him like a second skin. His dark blue Adidas trackies were now almost black.
They spent a good 45 minutes with the boards, before Trevor called them back in. Pulling the boards back onto the beach, they then went back into the water, where they played and swam around for 15 minutes or so, before coming back in. The girls were not backward in coming forward, nor afraid to mix it with the lads. Craig, who had very little experience with Girls found the whole thing rather awkward. The problem is knowing where to grab them, he told Ron later.
Back at the bench, Ron had been watching events whilst using his mobile phone. Standing around dripping, they attracted a few passing stares from people passing by. The girls announced that they were going to wait for Trevor, and get a lift home. The lads decided they to were ready to head homewards.
The four of them sloshed their way along the prom, carrying their jumpers and shoes, and leaving a dripping trail behind them. Halfway along Ron suggested Ice Creams, and after he had taken orders, joined the queue. Whilst he was queuing, Craig noticed a lad of about 10 or 11 looking at him. He smiled at the lad, who smiled back. Hello, he said, I'm Dean, what's your name? Craig told him his name, and a conversation struck up between them. Halfway through Dean said, have you been swimming in your clothes? We went paddle boarding, said Craig, and sort of fell in. I wish I could go in, said Dean, but Mum won't let me, as there is nobody to come in with me. I will, replied Craig. Mum, shouted Dean, Craig says he'll come in with me. Dean's Mother looked at Craig suspiciously. It's all right, said Craig. I'm here with my Uncle, he's just getting some ices. Tell you what, I'll go in with Dean, and you can have mine. Well, I guess so then, said Deans Mum. Take off your shoes and socks first. Dean kicked off his cheap trainers, and Craig noticed that the toes were poking out of Deans socks. He was wearing a pair of cheap jogging pants, and a green T. Shirt with Minecraft written on the front of it. He set off for the water at a rate of knots, and threw himself in. Craig followed a few paces behind. Dean turned out to be a pretty good swimmer, and didn't really need supervising. They swam and splashed around for a while, then Craig looked up the beach and saw the others making for the water. They ran and waded in to meet him, re-soaking their partially dry clothes. Ron's busy yapping, said George. We thought we would come and have some more fun.
They walked into about chest deep. Then they took it in turns to let Dean climb on their shoulders and jump off. They then got him to climb into their cupped hands, and after a few attempts he was able to flip backwards into the water. A couple of other lads who had been watching, moved nearer to them, hoping to be invited in. Both dressed in black Adidas shorts, and were carrying a football. Invited to join in by Connor, they all then spent 15 minutes or so throwing the ball to each other, and performing some elaborate dives in order to save it. All to soon they noticed Ron standing at the waters edge waving his arms around. There's only 15 minutes on the car he shouted, we have got to go. They came out of the water, and up the beach. Saying goodbye to Dean they gathered up their gear and once more sloshed off along the prom. The arrived at the car park with two minutes to spare, but as the didn't seem to be an ticket inspector around they pinched another 5 minutes whilst getting changed.
Back at home, Craig unloaded his bag of wet washing into the machine, and set it going. Ron's pants and towel were also in there. They had dropped the others home on their way, and Craigs Mother had prepared a roast chicken dinner. After the meal and the washing up were done, Craig emptied the machine and hang it all up outside. When he came to his Under Armour trackie, he fingered it lovingly. Every time he wore any of it now, he would remember that wonderful day with Uncle Ron.

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