We had driven to the beach, from where I don’t remember. I don’t remember what country we were in. I lean towards Portugal.
The beach was less family-friendly than my parents had anticipated. The sun was shining, the sand was clean enough, and the sea lapped the shore frothily. However, there weren’t many other families; most of the people there were local male ‘youths’. There was an abandoned building, it could once have been a house. The car park was a grey rotunda, and the route to the top spiralled around the sides. Against the bright blue sky it looked, to my five-year-old eyes, like a strange castle. Underneath the boardwalk, the wood was dark with damp, and seaweed had settled on the grey walls.
We didn’t stay for very long, I don’t remember leaving and I don’t recall where we went.
The beach was less family-friendly than my parents had anticipated. The sun was shining, the sand was clean enough, and the sea lapped the shore frothily. However, there weren’t many other families; most of the people there were local male ‘youths’. There was an abandoned building, it could once have been a house. The car park was a grey rotunda, and the route to the top spiralled around the sides. Against the bright blue sky it looked, to my five-year-old eyes, like a strange castle. Underneath the boardwalk, the wood was dark with damp, and seaweed had settled on the grey walls.
We didn’t stay for very long, I don’t remember leaving and I don’t recall where we went.
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