Hot day at work. 36°C on the car thermometer. Rush hour traffic. Fish and chips. Cricket. Warm air. No breeze. Paddling. Floating. Swimming. Sun setting. Perfection.
We made it to the beach and it was beautiful. We could've stayed longer but it was a school night and we were sad to leave. We've resolved to go down as often as we can. Thank you, temperamental British weather, for cooperating and making me very happy.