Brighton Beach Memoirs

Now can we go for a swim? You know you want to Dad.
In the distance two elderly men are wading into the sea naked, a dog with a discoloured ball between its shiny teeth seems to know us and all the while a line of catholic penitents are carrying their kayaks to the water's edge.
Biffs will have his way. The waves cheer us up but soon I can't feel my fingers and toes and we head for the shore.