Maybe we were rebelling against the weather. Or maybe the sea just drew us in- despite the cold. Regardless, one of our final late afternoon beach strolls in Northern Ireland ended in Aimee and I throwing off our coats and shoes, and tearing off into the chilly ocean. The tide was far out, so there was vast flats of wet rippled sand, and a a great expanse of shallow calm sea stretching out into the bay. We ran straight out toward the horizon until we fell down, then frolicked in the sand and sea till we were quite worn out. Happily, we hardly felt cold as we walked (wringing wet) five minutes back to my friend's house. We arrived to find hot tea and a bonfire in the back garden... it couldn't have been more perfect.
