I have been holidaying on the same stretch of the Welsh coast for 32 years. The brimming pleasure of first catching a glimpse of the Irish Sea after a long drive west has changed little since those days packed in the back of dad’s car. Now my kids explore the same coves and chase the same waves. We have a list of favourite beaches, all with their own family names; this one is “Stones Beach.” We even remember the rocks and pools — “Naked Pool” evokes a particularly happy geo-memory. “Stones Beach” is actually called “The Point” and lies next to Little Haven in Pembrokeshire. It wasn’t swimming weather — although we have been known to brave winter seas, as nature intended swimming to be done even* — but we clambered over rocks, skimmed stones, and burned driftwood with sweet abandon.
*Think the cover of Nevermind.