On the beach no one but me wore a windcheater. Ava, wearing her black swim suit, ran towards the water, eager to throw her self in the waves. I lay my self down, close to the cliff for lee. It was as if the Atlantic wind blew right through me and the only way to catch the warmth of the sun was to lie flat. When we got back to the house we found Mike with his feet in a tub of water. He had been stung by a weever fish and whilst noticing the blue and red swelling, Jim declared that he would never ever again swim in the Atlantic ocean.