Do you know this particular scene in a summer movie where a group of friends is running down the beach, into the waves of the blue ocean water, while the sun is reflected on the surface?
Well, the weather on our first day in Bournemouth said “no” to this idyllic scenery. But that didn’t keep us from going swimming anyway.
After a short run, accompanied by some noises which could be interpreted as screams, we made it into the water. Jumping up and down with the flow of the waves, we tasted the delicious (not) saltwater on our lips.
Back on the beach, our wonderful camerawoman waited with our towels. Shivering in the cold, we probably broke the record for fastest dressing at Bournemouth Beach. With, of course, lots of sand in our shoes and socks, we made our way back to the pier.