Every lounger taken buckets spades and boards families doing what families do on sandy beaches in their hoards, lashing on the lotion for protection from the sun lunches in the chiringuitos a respite from the fun, then itΒ΄s back to cheering, laughing, screaming, bats and ***** and floats splashing in the breaking waves with plastic rings and rubber boats, but now the shadows lengthen the burning sun sinks to the sea everyone is packing up and heading back for tea, the sunset shining glorious the beach lit up with amber glow saffron skies as the evening tires and the pace begins to slow, the beach is now deserted as I stroll along the shore beneath my feet the cooling sand to my left the oceans roar, a silver moon lights up the sky and shines a path across the sea a tranquil way to close the day just a summer breeze and me, come the morn itΒ΄s back to the norm for the holidaying hoards some lying bronzing in the sun others surfing multi coloured boards, every lounger will be taken as another day unfolds tomorrow on their flights back home their holidaying stories will be told*.