I peed in the ocean

Yes I did!

I was out beachwalking, since I woke with nothing on my mind except the Words for Wednesday challenge, so caught a bus to town, then another out to the beach near Hove and walked from Brighton Jetty all the way back to Glenelg.

From Brighton is only about 1km to the end of Hove, near the end of Hove is a small park with a public toilet, one of those Exeloos where you push the button to open the door and as you sit a voice tells you your time limit is ten minutes etc.

After exiting the Exeloo, I began my walk. I went back down to the sand, strapped my sandals to my backpack and walked along in the edge waves. The water was cold, but I got used to it really quickly and found it most enjoyable walking along getting my ankles and knees splashed.

Now here's the problem: from Hove to the end of Somerton Park there are only houses along the Esplanade. Not a single Hotel or cafe, no parks with public toilets. About halfway along Somerton Beach I really needed to pee, but there was nowhere to go.

So I waded in until the water was up to my waist and peed in the ocean.

I was wearing denim shorts and they stayed wet, along with the bottom half of my t-shirt, all the way to Glenelg, on the tram into the city, then on the bus to home. So all the way home, I left wet bum prints on seats. 
When I got home, I checked the distance in my street directory. One kilometre from getting off the bus and walking to Brighton jetty, then four kilometres from Brighton Jetty to Glenelg. 

While I waited at Glenelg for the tram, I bought lunch at the nearby Subway restaurant, a yummy roll with swiss cheese, onions and olives. It's my standard subway choice as I'm not happy adding any of the meats or sauces. I know they're safe, and refrigerated in the display cabinet, but I'd rather not take chances. 
And now, hours later, I still haven't worked out a story for the Wednesday Words challenge!