A light mist rises from the sea; together with the setting sun it melts the beach and line of palms into a honeyed haze. Two horses thunder along the foreshore, churning up the backwash and effortlessly overtaking the persistent souls who insist on cycling through the sand. We sit on a raised platform under shady palm fronds, beers in hand, gazing along the curve of the bay filled with people working out or playing football. A child nearby is playing with an iPad, a row of tiny, inquisitive black heads propped up on the parapet behind her.
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