Young Fun In The Sun
The bay was a kilometre long curve of white sand fringed by low sand dunes. The access track from the nearby town passed along the back of the four cottages s**ttered behind the dunes, one where the track reached the bay, two roughly in the middle, and the one I had rented at the end of the track. My cottage was the most isolated of the four, which suited me fine. I’d stayed there some years before and returned now from work at a mine in the desert far to the north for a three week holiday by...