Changeover Day

Saturday in St. Ives. For some, it is their last snatched day of sunshine and sunburn and sand. Children wave to the sea, their rough-and-tumble playmate of the last week which, boisterously, coldly, happily but uncaring, waves back. What else could it do? For others, it is the start of the holiday and the week stretches in front of them like an unexplored beach at low tide, waiting for the first footsteps to turn its limitless possibilities (as many adventures as there are grains of sand) into memories.

We breakfasted on egg and bacon butties on the beach*.


*The most beautiful sentence in any language. Fact.