He wound down the window. Suddenly the cold wild weather seemed the proper element to be revelled in, not shut out.
"Watch out, you scrotes!" he bellowed out of the open window. "Dalziel's back!"
A blast of wind with half the North Sea on its back blew his words back into the car.
He wound up the window hastily.
He didn't give a toss what Tom Parker said, any fool knew there was nowt like a cold sea breeze for giving a man a nasty cold!
Ahead of him as he crossed the town boundary at the foot of South Cliff, the wind caught at a colourful banner stretched across the road, tossed it high, snapped a cord, and twisted it into an unreadable plait. It didn't matter. He'd read it on the way down.
Welcome to Sandytown,
Home of the Healthy Holiday!
"Sod that," said Andy Dalziel. "If that's what healthy holidays do for you, I think I'll take up smoking again!"
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