As children they’d spent their days down there, picking their way across the slimy rocks in plastic boots and sou’westers. But now that they were older they preferred to take towels and sun cream, a windbreak, and folding chairs and walk a quarter of a mile across town to the wider sandy beach below the high street.
UMMMM I STILL ENJOY BEING IN THE WATER BEING IN A LOUNGE CHAIR IS BORING SWIMMING IS FUNNER
