Sunkissed paradise

I stepped out of the warm, transparent water and listened to the quiet lapping of the waves on the shore. Rivulets of water ran off my skin as I made my way up the beach, the fine grains of white sand clinging to my feet. It was late in the evening and I threw myself into the sand determined to enjoy the warmth of the last rays of the sun...

Actually, it was three in afternoon, barely above freezing, the sky leaden and the nearest I could get to the paradise of my imaginings was this wall painting in the travel agent across the road.