First, you need to stand on the sand next to the sea with a long lens.

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By the way, that’s a backpack on my back, not a hump.

Then spend an hour pointing the lens at passing traffic.

There was Pierre, acting up for the camera as usual. Little jumps..

…and Gallic shrugs:

Bo was smooth turning and jumping:

And then he and his mate went out on the ridiculous Gemini two-rider machine:

There were some kit surfers out too, but they were just hanging around:

An hour of shooting and then it was my turn to play. Excellent wind and the body got a good workout. Then a large plate of lasagna for dinner, and now I am sat here with aching limbs, a toasty skin, and a feeling of contentment.

The pound exchange rate may be down the toilet, but life can still be beautiful.