Shark patrol

We stopped for a lunch of fish and chips at a charming café on this beach.  That’s a very appropriate lunch to eat by the sea.

The view was exceedingly splendid.  The beach is broad, clean, sunny and with manageable-sized waves rolling in from an almost painfully blue and bright sea.  The air was filled with salt tang and shrieks of pleasure from people having fun.  I would have loved to join them in the waves but none of us had thought to bring our “bathers”.

But then, we saw a helicopter flying low over the water parallel to the beach. 

“Shark patrol,” said Rodger.  So maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea that we forgot our swimsuits.