She drove over 2 hours to go to a beach for sunset - a 4 hour round trip for a few more staged photos for the ‘gram.
In the first photo she is SO stiff and awkward. It’s literally as if she set the beige teepee up, made sure the
duck-off-straw-hat is visible in the background and then plonked herself down “QUICKBEN TAKE MY PHOTO WITH ME LOOKING NATURAL BEFORE THE SUN DISAPPEARS”
They then obviously couldn’t get that marshmallow Bunsen burner thingy to light in her instagrammable but windy spot so had to move it up the beach to a sheltered less ‘grammable place, cue more awkward photos smiling/grimacing on the uncomfortable pebbles.
{I can just visualise the panic at the thought of her pre-planned, blessed S’mores photos not being able to be perfectly executed as the windy Whitterings breeze repeatedly extinguished the flame...
}
One last photo with her right foot in the East Whitterings and her left one firmly in West Whittering {oh
duck they forgot the tripod in their haste to get out the door}
and then it’s time to go home again.
They didn’t even get FISH AND CHIPS, surely that is most people’s reason to go to a beach at sunset?!