The end of the day is the best time to swim when summer has arrived in full force, with a blazing sun. I got back on my board after twisting my ankle when I was thrown off some days ago, and rode the waves once more.

What a good feeling to be fizzing in the surf again, feeling the undertow and waiting for it to ease, then picking the right wave to ride.

Then the sun went down a little more, the life guards crossed the flags, signalling that they were soon to finish for the day. Sandcastles were washed away by the incoming tide, leaving only memory marks, and we returned hungry and tired to the bach. Some days are perfect, and this was one of them.