Budgie Smugglers Cove...

....so, Budgie Smugglers are de rigueur here. Every self-respecting beach male with a ripped or relaxed physique wears them. It's another reason Owen and I stand out on the beach, aside from our bleached whiteness; me in my carefully tailored black swim shorts and Owen in Bermuda baggies. If we moved here permanently (don't worry Mum, we're not), there are many local customs I'd adopt seamlessly, but a pair of Speedo tinies feels like a cultural leap too far.

It was forecast to be the hottest day of our holiday, so we took to the sea hoping for breezes and caught a lift in a water taxi to a pretty little cove. It turned out to be stinking hot and the sea offered no air movement. Even the shade was clocking up 35C which is 30 degrees more than my comfort zone. I do hope it's dreich by the time we get home, I'm missing it terribly.