It’s the late afternoon and the sun is going down.  The temperature of a hot day is beginning to cool.

The beach of crisp, clean golden sand stretches for a kilometre or more and is crowded with holidaymakers.

As far as the eye can see on one side, there is the headland, on top of which sits a lighthouse.

On the other side, the beach runs into a small, secluded  cave and craggy rocks where holidaymakers look to catch crabs and shrimps.

On the beach, the latecomers are arriving from the car park behind with their childrens buggies, ice-cooler boxes and other necessities for the beach experience.

Holidaymakers already in prime position continue to relax in deckchairs under sunshade umbrellas to get a prized tan while others simply just snooze obliviously and read a book.

Despite the hour, it is still necessary to apply that protective sunblock, wear a sunhat and sunglasses and strip down to our swimming costumes for a dip in the ocean.

Children build sandcastles with a bucket and spade, play frisbee and ball games with a sibling and splash about in the breaking waves of the ocean.

Surfers take to their boards and surf in the stronger current while banana boating and water-ski-ing are two available activities for those not wishing to just soak up the sun.

A young boy sits alone, barefoot and bare-chested, on the shoreline and looks dreamily out to sea.  He is a local and not a holidaymaker like everybody else.

How poignant.  I was once that boy many moons ago.

Close by, an old man, quite possibly his grandfather, sits beside a small wooden boat offering the last trip of the day to a nearby island and the chance to see dolphins

Meanwhile, local traders walk along the beach offering their wares.  Everything from massage, temporary tattoos, necklaces and Timeshare to ice cream and pineapple.

Romantic couples stroll along the shoreline barefoot and hand in hand, occasionally stopping to snap a memory photo and pick up a sea shell.

Sea-gulls fly endlessly overhead and the smell of fish blows in from the harbour ayonder.

Most people are environment-conscious and dispose of their rubbish in the places provided behind the beach next to the car park, adjacent to the toilets and the changing rooms.

Transport is, of course, prohibited from entering the beach.  That does not seem to exclude the odd bicycle which seems to make its way onto the beach with its rider pushing it.

From time to time, security officers are seen policing the beach and ensuring compliance with the beach rules which are strategically posted around the beach area.

One person observes all of this from a lofty wooden tower at the edge of the beach.  He is the lifeguard, always on alert to carry out an emergency rescue.

The day at the beach reaches a wonderful climax while watching a sunset.

Then it’s time to pack up our things, clean off all the sticky sand and retire back to the place where we are staying to relax and enjoy dinner in the evening.

The tide has swept in up to the sea wall and the beach belongs to mother nature again until the next day.




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