Here people wear grubby, comfortable clothes and do ‘normal’ beach stuff. We examine tide pools and climb on rocks and on wrecks of ships. And if it’s not drizzling, in the evening we build bonfires on the sand.
This is SO not the So Cal beach of my childhood! Body surfing? Um, no. Sneaker waves, a vicious undertow, floating logs, and frigid water discourage all but the most dedicated swimmer. Tanning? Only if there is enough warmth and sunshine. Most keep their jackets on and, like beachcombers, stroll the deserted shoreline searching for treasures.
After lunch, it’s time to find a comfortable log and settle in with a book. For me, summer reading means tucking in my Kindle. It saves pounds in the suitcase, for I must bring a stack of books, right? Who knows what favorite I’ll be in the mood for? Today, it’s Susan Kaye’s Frederick Wentworth, Captain.