Evil and Giant Flies of Doom

Honestly, you head down to the beach, have a little surf with Watson, return to the safety of your chairs and towels only to be attacked by what can only be described as evil and giant flies of doom.  If you're going to get bitten at the beach when you've got a surfboard and a wetsuit you would assume it would be a shark doing the biting.  I'm not saying I want to be bitten by a shark.  I'm not saying these evil and giant flies of doom were anywhere close to shark-like.  I'm just saying.  As soon as we were out of the water these evil and giant flies of doom were on us.  And then they were biting us.  Or stinging us.  Or doing something.  They were inflicting boo boos that made the three of us - Bear Z, Rabby and myself, start leaping around like peculiar tourists.  From a distance you probably couldn't see the flies.  You could just see three people leaping around and running in circles.  But what else can you do when faced with this kind of behaviour.  We made tracks pretty fast after that and expected to leave the evil and giant flies of doom behind.  But no.  They followed us.  The followed us down the path and back into the car park.  And they were biting the whole time.  Do you know how hard it is to swat a fly off your leg when you're carrying an 8ft surfboard - I mean Watson - and have a wetsuit draped over your shoulder.  It's not easy.  Easy it is not.  I should have kept the wetsuit on for protection.  It got the point where we were running for car, trying desperately to make sure they didn't follow us into the car, just to get away from them.  They were evil.  They're probably continuing to be evil.  In all my time at that beach I've never met such evil and giant flies of doom.