5.30am in our homstead by An Bang beach and my alarm goes off. Ah yes. Dawn on the beach. Last day. Now or never. Neeeearly roll over and go back to sleep, but…
Billed as ‘watch the fishing boats come in’, it turned to be more about watching the hundred or more locals out this, as presumably every, sunrise, to yoga, to jog, to stretch and limber and swim and volleyball and generally put me to shame. One bloke at least ten years my senior sitting splay-legged and touching his forehead to the sand, again and again. Seriously, you try it.
But everywhere around you, people of all ages making the most of the dawn…