Blue lagoon

Sitting on the shingle beach on the blue lagoon she thought it was too ducking hot.

The occasional breeze made it bearable, she had too many clothes on from burning the day before and big globules of sweat were working their way down her back, it was definitely too hot.

So much for having a day of massage and swimming at the hotel, next time no massage with oil which unknown to her would make her burn to buggery.

She enjoyed people watching, her friend next to her was attempting to make her back browner, she was trying to get an all over tan, she only had small strap marks due to her bikini top, she how ever had a swim suit and her marks were big and thick like a complicated stick of rock. She had had enough of the sun already and had decided not to bother burning more , besides she fancied having a decent nights sleep, last night was painful.

The people she was watching on this beach were mostly wearing either something very skimpy or less, kids were wearing outfits of that stuff that was sun and waterproof, they were clearly British.

In that picturesque scenery she could contemplate life the universe and everything.

There were lots of people swimming nearby, mostly kids in water-wings and splashing a lot, very little actual swimming, and just to set the scene, para gliders at all different heights and different colours gliding down from the sky, like storks carrying babies on their backs.

She was enjoying a cold glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and sitting in the shade of a canteen on the beach, she wondered why there was a fish tank with fish in murky under the shade where people were eating.

She imagined if someone did say shark loudly it would be a massacre, the kids would be the first out and the shark or sharks would probably end up attacking and deflating the inflatable kids park around the corner, or getting trapped by a sadistic parent in the pedalows.

But the question is can you hide from a shark?