IF Rebekah Vardy’s agent wanted a believable place to lose her phone, she could have done a lot better than the North Sea.
She should have said it was on the Oziris ride at Parc Asterix.
That’s where I lost mine.
Somewhere between the second or third loop I think, when all you can see is your feet dangling beneath you, contrasting with a cloudless blue sky.
And there it lies to this day, a landmark, probably, for local pigeons to peck at.