Monday, 15 August 2011
Last week, Ed suggested a day out at the beach.
We left at lunchtime, and headed to Javea. After a bargain lunch at Scallops (more than anyone can eat, for €9 including a bottle of wine), we headed for the beach.
While we were eating, we noticed that the sea seemed rather rough. Unusually, there were big rolling waves crashing into the shore. We sat in the sun for a while, then ventured into the water. As expected, the sea was nice and warm. We walked out quite a long way, and had fun jumping in the waves.
We soon realised, that it was better to be further out, so that we could jump before the waves broke. Every now and then, there were some really big ones (about 10 ft high) which broke before they reached us. When these hit, there was nothing you could do, apart from take a big breath and hope for the best! After one of them, I turned around, but couldn't see Ed. Finally, he emerged from the foam, having struggled to find his feet. He looked at me and laughed, "it was just like being in a washing machine".
After a while, we went back to the beach. Looking at Ed's watch, we had been in the water for nearly an hour. Later, after all that pummelling, we both slept like the dead!
As the sun started to fade, we decided to take a stroll along the front. It was lovely seeing everyone having such a nice time. Youngsters were mixed with grandparents, everyone respectful and happy.
Thankfully, I knew a quick way out off the carpark, so we didn't even get stuck in the holiday traffic. It won't be such a long time before we go again.