Close to the end of my school life, my class took a trip to southern France, as a farewell trip before we split up. It was the last trip together with teachers and a culture program we would ever have. It was just as expected, long bus travel with all the friends, shenanigans with alcohol behind teachers backs, and lots of day trips to towns and whatever culturally important places. But one of these days, we had nothing planned and were allowed to use our regional bus tickets to freely move around the area for the afternoon.
It was early in the year, I think around late April maybe May, but in the Mediterranean south it was already just warm enough when it was a sunny day, so a group of us decided to go to the beach. We were maybe around seven people. We settled down at the beach and did typical beach stuff for the first one or two hours, volleyball, tanning, swimming for those unafraid of the still super cold water.