After two nights, I finally made it to the beach – 650m down the road.
Twice. First for the morning constitutional ( above), and second for an afternoon swim. .
There were a couple of hundred people on the beach, and enough of swell to catch a wave or two among the kids and boogie-boarders.
At 28 ºC, with the Vitamin D streaming down, just a whisper of wind, and the sap rising, it’s the kind of day even grim old cynics write songs about.