This morning we walked past the local mermaid and on to the beach.
I had pictured myself paddling gracefully along the beach, but it didn't work out that way. Everything was beautiful, the weather, the beach, the sea, but the waves just didn't play along.
They swept up the beach at speed and then swept straight back out again. The only way to paddle was to chase them up and down, but when they came back in again they could out run me, and soak my jeans.
In the end I stayed on the sand and occasionally managed a couple of seconds of paddling in ankle deep water. Lovely but quite hard work.
At the end of the beach was a rocky outcrop and we started climbing over it. It was quite a distance with the waves washing around the rocks and through underground tunnels in to tiny secret beaches.
We made our way round to the next beach, and then found piles of carefully stacked stones.
We tried to get further but the path eventually fizzled out and we had no choice but to head back.