Twenty sunburnt toes dig into the sand. The giggling stops as two little bodies tense then crane their faces up over the dune grass.
“Shhh!” The heads drop down close to the sand. “She’s looking!”
Twenty sunburnt toes dig into the sand. The giggling stops as two little bodies tense then crane their faces up over the dune grass.
“Shhh!” The heads drop down close to the sand. “She’s looking!”
The car door wrenches open. Wind swirls in flapping us out in a cling of hats and cameras towards the lighthouse at Cabo St Vincente – the south-westerly tip of Europe, of the Sagres Peninsular in Portugal.