My tour group arrived today and I took them for a wander to the beach. The town was deserted after the festival yesterday and I was enjoying ferrying them around town without attracting much notice.

At the beach we all took off our shoes to paddle. When we came to leave, D. noticed that his shoes were missing. My god, I thought, this doesn't look good.

A man with dreadlocks approached, talking wildly.

"We don't have thieves here," he shouted, waving his arms, then walked to a prickly bush on the edge of the beach and retrieved D.'s shoes.

"That guy took his shoes and hid them there. It's not right."

I'm not quite sure who stole D.'s shoes but he got them back. D. seemed to find it amusing.