We walked for miles on the wet sand, which hurt our feet and made our calves ache. We’d not brought anything heavier than a t-shirt, so we wore two, and we stayed close to the sea foam, where the wind was warmer off the water. On the way back we saw two men flying kites, practicing their kite surf on land. You said one was a dare-devil, because he’d bring his green kite close to the ground and then back up. Then back to the ground. Looping and looping. And the wind was so strong that sometimes it dragged him over the sand. Which really seemed to be the point of it all.