We lazed on the beach, we paddled, we had tea and cake at our favourite cafe. Then we went off to the next seaside town and had ice cream at Macari's Ice Cream Parlour while we watched the people passing by - four unfeasibly low slung beagles and their minders, a crocodile line of English language students, holiday makers distinguished by their gaudy new tee -shirts stopping by for ices. We chatted and giggled and borrowed each other's specs so we didn't miss anything. And managed to eat a concoction of ice cream that would give you a heart attack if you read the ingredients out loud. Terry's Chocolate Orange and white chocolate for me; malibu, white chocolate and god knows what else for her. We promenaded through the spruced-up gardens and ended up on the slopes overlooking the sea watching the sun go down.
I reckon the biggest surprise though is how the fe*k I got to be this old without noticing it.