Porterage apportioned, the family set off along a sandy path that wound through low coastal scrub towards what they hoped was Bokarina Beach. After a few minutes, they reached a ridge of dunes stretching as far as the eye could see and climbed up to survey the scene. Some distance from where footsteps led onto the sand, beach umbrellas of varying sizes created a multihued tapestry bordered on one side by turquoise waves trimmed with white lace. Swimmers bobbed beyond the breakers, some clutching polystyrene bodyboards, others engaging in a lazy crawl.
"Such a beautiful place!" Anna exclaimed. "And not crowded."
"What are we waiting for then?" Joseph lifted the heavy esky – he"d dropped it on the sand – and, with his shirt flying in the breeze, careered down the other side of the dune.
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