We'd been to a swimming pool that morning which turned out to be exclusively flumes - an awesome, extraordinary thing which I didn't know existed. Half the slides were outdoors and although the sun was out it was more for appearance than for temperature - it felt like a quintessentially British thing to be in nothing but swimming things, soaking wet, stood outdoors queuing for a slide in a brisk north easterly breeze ... and still call it fun.
We had a great time but were sorry there was no regular pool for a splash about. Lucky we were by the coast and nature kindly provided the largest, chilliest pool we could ask for - it even had a wave machine.
Despite the beautiful weather and calm seas we were alone on the beach except for the lifeguards so we enjoyed the exclusivity on this stunning bit of coastline. We collected shells, buried ourselves in the sand and had a swim which I'll call refreshing, but I suspect in other circles would be better described as fricking freezing, or borderline insane.
