By chance, we had found the Mecca of coves. It tasted tender and briny and the shell food sauce had a hint of bouquet to it. Lobster on a bed of watercress was our fare that afternoon. We decided to obey our rumbling stomachs and eat. The saline tang of the sea mingled with the cuisine, adding salt to its appeal. As the sun scorched our bodies to a crisp, a funfair of barbecued aromas drifted towards us. The seagulls were squawking over our heads and squabbling for morsels from the hotel kitchen. The horizon seemed to be stitched with a silver line. There was an absence of sun-blasted bodies in this Babylon of beaches. Only the occasional tourist walked past us. Far out to sea, rivers of pulsing light saturated the sea with gold. The golden sand swept around in a scythe of beach, hemmed in by towering dunes. It felt like we were walking on a carpet of candy floss, such was its softness. Ebbing ever so gently, it looked at peace in its jade-green gown. That was our privilege as we gazed out at the slothful sea. It’s not often you get to see a sunrise-gold beach. The sulfurous mustard burned us nearly as much as the sun. A warm, tangy odour came from the sea as we walked towards a hot dog stand. The burning sun roasted us like nuts in an oven. Clown-hatted donkeys were braying loudly as children pulled their tails. The holiday makers we saw all had coconut-brown faces. Towers of radiant light soaked the sea with their beauty. The sea looked dozy as it rested in the afternoon glow. The beach we walked on was moon glow-gold. The spicy sauces in the burger burned our tongues.The neon-blue sky was threaded with silver.
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