Obvious, Really. Isn’t It?
We vegetate. By the pool, on the beach, by the bar. In villages, in towns, in the countryside. The sheer bliss of planning to do absolutely nothing is a feeling that cannot be rivalled.
I am on the beach today rather than the pool. A family with far too many children has set up camp at the shallow end of the pool and the constant splashing threatens to dilute my martinis, so we up sticks and head down to the beach.
The beach is, of course, on the Atlantic Ocean. To my left, all I can see is the beach tapering off into the horizon. To my right, the sand extends as far as the eye can see and I can make out the vague outline of an island too. There are few people here so it is quiet and serene.
In front of me, a few feet away from my deck chair, the waves crash as they fall over one other and spread themselves over the beach. Foam dislodges itself from the crests of the waves that carried it in and runs along the beach, chasing its own shadow and the wave to come. We lie in the sun and let the sound of the waves lull us into an even more relaxed state than ever.
There is only one thing spoiling this scene.
There is a sign, in multiple languages, which is a few feet to my left. It points out to sea:
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