Odd shots Monday: bottles

We go to the beach every day in the afternoon, never before 5.30pm. It's still hot, but Mum says it's not so hot that your skin will burn if you're under the sun. That's why she doesn't bother slapping sunscreen oil on our skin. Even though we're there every day, we're hardly brown, which just goes to show you can protect yourself from the sun if you want.

At this time the deck chairs are usually empty, as this is tea time for most of the Northern Europeans who come to visit out town. They've been here all morning, drinking and sunbathing, turning beetroot, as Mum says. The litter bins on the beach are filled with all types of bottles, probably bought from the numerous cafes and beach bars behind us. We fished them out of the bin, filled them with sea water and lined them up for you to see. They made better toys than spades and castle pails.