Charlestown is a beautiful place.
Everybody's chilling, the sun's nice and warm, and the barnacles are letting us sit on them without giving us too much hassle...
There's just one problem.
Well, two if you count the pair of pants these three spotted on the side of the road...
It is impossible to find a place to chalk here.
"There's another beach over there", the old, wise man in the watchtower says.
But we walk for miles and find nothing, so head back home to watch the Olympics and drink tea...
Wherever we go tomorrow, I think to myself, I'm going to write entire stories.