Atlanticking all the boxes
Finn and Mrs Raheny could not resist the pull of the ocean. The water was cristal clear and a refreshing greenish blue. Very reminiscent of the Caribbean (if you don't pay too much attention to secondary considerations like temperature or presence of corals and exotic fish).
We shortly followed them. Except Luca who preferred to mull things over on a dune (not enough time had elapsed since his late breakfast and he was not in fully awake mode yet).
The rest of the day was active. With a lot of walking and running and laughing and some fishing and some diving and some snorkelling thrown in for good measure.
A very active day allowed us to burn approximately one fiftieth of the lobster and crab claws and wild shrimps and home-smoked salmon that we had for dinner.
All harvested from the Atlantic. The ocean that keeps delivering.