chastity beds, sore calves and william shatner

I've just spent the last few days in Gracetown doing whatever a bunch of 10 people in their early 20's do when they go away together.

We stayed in a house that is owned by one of the descendants of the Bussell family who were pioneers of the region. A lot of people said it was creepy. I don't understand how a house built in the 80's could be creepy. Like many holiday houses, this one was furnished with old beds, couches and tables. So much so, the beds were so old that all you had to do was breathe and the beds would give a large creaking sound. Hence, we coined the term chastity beds. Figure it out.

The second day we were down there, we went caving. It wasn't one of those fancy touristy caves where there's lights and nice boardwalks and guided tours. Instead, it was one of those here's a helmet and a torch, there'll be guideposts along the way, have fun kind of caves. It was so challenging to go down a million stairs, climb up ladders, scramble up rocks and generally get very puffed. It was so dark and quiet when we reached the bottom of the caves, some 83 metres down that it just made you want to say, "How's the serenity?"

And William Shatner? Well, all good road trips need to have a road trip song. And the road trip song that we happened to choose was William Shatner's Has Been. Google it and listen. You'll understand why.