Two weeks later. Same M&S Cossie, same ocean… but things couldn’t have been more different.
I wonder the bods on the nudist beach the previous week looked at me with the same mix of curiosity and puzzlement as I looked at the women in their abayat and niqab.
I was the most underdressed woman by some distance … and I didn’t even take my modest and capacious shorts off.
It did make me wonder: How must it feel to paddle in the sea and be swamped by sodden fabric and sand-filled socks?
Do you get used to sneaking a spoon of icecream under your veil or does it always spoil the fun?
And, the one that bothered me most, how do the little paddling children know which is their mummy?