The Man didn't want to come in the water, so he set himself up on the beach away from the incoming waves and relaxed.
I, meanwhile, grabbed our bodyboard and battled the waves more than I did anything else because yesterday, for some reason, I certainly wasn't catching any :P (The Man said that I looked like I'd been put through a washing machine :P)
It was still 25 degrees when we left the beach at 9 pm. There were still a dozen or so surfers in the water, still dogs being walked on the beach, still the last kids around though ours had, by that point, been in bed for two hours already.
It was a long, memorable, summer's day.
May it long last.