Maybe it’s because, when I was little, most of the time said sand was estuary sand from Llansteffan or Pembrey. Muddy and damp, it clots between your toes and clings to them and refuses to come off. I’ve always wondered what it must be like to walk along one of those tropical beaches where the sand is as white as bone; fine enough to flow like water if you scoop it up into the palm of your hand and let it fall. And where there are coconut trees. I don’t even like coconuts, but they feel like they’re an integral part of the picture, so… We aren’t likely to find many beaches matching that description around here and especially given the time we have is only “A couple of nights, maybe…” But this beach, this particular beach, is a good enough substitute. Well. It’s a beach and the sand’s not too muddy. So I’ll make an exception and take off my shoes as soon as we’re off the concrete slipway and onto the sand. Behind us, there are a couple of pubs, a tiny post office and the smallest souvenir shop you’ve ever seen – all of which are doing a roaring trade in (respectively) cold beer, postcards with dolphins on and inflatable dolphins.
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