There’s a haze on the horizon, the sunshine is beating down and the waves are crashing in today.
As we near the end of our winter break we’d promised ourselves a bit of down time. A bit of beach time.
With two sunbeds and a parasol priced at 12€ for the day, we choose our little bit of sand carefully. It’s almost like arriving at a car park and finding you’re the first there. Which spot to choose. The beach sprawls for what seems like miles. The Boss can’t decide on which grains of sand are going to be graced with his presence. So, I choose.
The waves are rough today, paddle boarders and surf boards are out riding the waves. I muse for a moment, if we go for a paddle, I want to be safe. Carefully combed sand near the life guard station seems like a safe bet.