Beach train

We spend the day at the house, in the pool, playing table tennis, throwing balls for the neighbours' dogs, eating warm figs straight from the tree, reading, taking photos, playing Yahtzee. Then at 4 o'clock we get in the car and head for the beach. There's a floating foot-bridge over the lagoon, then a train to the beach bars, flip-flop shops, greatest waves and best shell-hunting. Six euro for a family one way ticket. We'll walk back. But there's a cold wind, a husband with a pathological hatred of sand, rumbling tummies, too many people and a knowledge that, actually, we'd all rather be back at the house, in the pool, playing table tennis, throwing balls for the dogs, eating warm figs ..

Time spent on actual beach < 5 mins. A family personal best.