Nerja and the beach life
The sea is cold, and only figures wrapped in wetsuits venture into the waves, bringing up treasures like biscuit tins for the group of hippies camped on the beach. The sand is warm to dig into, the pebbles shine in their myriad of colours, people lie sprawled on the shore, children run squealing into the water and the more sedate sit and read a book. Or snog. Or just look at the expanse of sunshine and glittering sea.
Empty compared to the summer crush, now there is always a place for you, a chair waiting on a tiny balcony for coffee, a spot in the lee of the wind, a chair in a bar.
After breakfast we most days drove the 10 min to Nerja, down the little road, for a walk along the beach and coffee with cake. Time for talk, time because all had it before the rush later.
Some days the sea was whipped into frothy waves, and the rain fell hard, but never for too long. There was none of this eternal waiting for weather, like in the north, when sometimes it feels half your life is spent in waiting for the sun.
Here it is. It lives here. Until it starts that climb in the sky that makes the North an unbeatable place to be in the summer! For us, anyway.
The sea is cold, and only figures wrapped in wetsuits venture into the waves, bringing up treasures like biscuit tins for the group of hippies camped on the beach. The sand is warm to dig into, the pebbles shine in their myriad of colours, people lie sprawled on the shore, children run squealing into the water and the more sedate sit and read a book. Or snog. Or just look at the expanse of sunshine and glittering sea.
Empty compared to the summer crush, now there is always a place for you, a chair waiting on a tiny balcony for coffee, a spot in the lee of the wind, a chair in a bar.
After breakfast we most days drove the 10 min to Nerja, down the little road, for a walk along the beach and coffee with cake. Time for talk, time because all had it before the rush later.
Some days the sea was whipped into frothy waves, and the rain fell hard, but never for too long. There was none of this eternal waiting for weather, like in the north, when sometimes it feels half your life is spent in waiting for the sun.
Here it is. It lives here. Until it starts that climb in the sky that makes the North an unbeatable place to be in the summer! For us, anyway.