Portugal

Here we are basking on the shores of the Atlantic Ocean. The place is called Consolaçáo, a seaside village near the surfing mecca of Peniche. The swells are rolling in and breaking onto the long golden sand beach backed by sand hills. The sea is way colder than we anticipated, keeping swims short snd very refreshing, due to the northerly current sweeping down the coast and the clear water contains little in the way of fish life or seaweeds. On the point the white plaster buildings huddle close together lit up by the glare of the sun. The holiday makers have mostly disappeared leaving only a splatter of sunbathers though the car park is popular with the motorhoming brigade. For the most part, while not exactly unfriendly, the  locals prefer avoiding communication with strangers, averting their eyes when passing and not encouraging conversation even when they have something to sell. We may have to go on the charm offensive.

(Or stop walking through town in undie- style togs).