It isn’t crazy to come to the beach at the end of the day. The heat of the sun is past, and the low golden light is warm and rich. The crowds are dispersing, and it’s easy to find parking.
Camber Sands had been recommended as one of the best sandy beaches in the U.K., and it was not hard to see why. Instead of the famous white cliffs, or the typical pebble beach, a vast sandy expanse stretched out on both sides and way, way out to the water (I got there at low tide).
I pulled out my Mackintosh square and sat down to soak in the late light and call Justin. When the little beach beetles became to irritating, I wandered down through the sand (and then mud) to the water’s edge. The water was cold but extremely calm, with gentle lapping waves.
It was a beautiful, peaceful end to the day.