Wind writing

It was ambitious to decide to take to the cliffs in search of my little beach (a kind of Grand Meaulnes moment) .  Scrambling up the rocks across the headland was easy enough thanks to the Tramontane, but once beyond, where the path seems to go up more than down and with the headland cutting off the wind, we felt the full thwack of the sun.  

My brain felt like it was boiling in my skull and the sea sucked seductively on the rocks below the high cliffs, but we eventually came down to the promised land and our bodies sizzled as we went into the water.