You know you've seen a lot of changes when the beach in the first photo now looks like the second photo.
Many, many years ago my dad phoned us to say he had found the most beautiful beach with crystal white sand and emerald waters, and he couldn't wait to take us there. He did. And for many years we spent a heavenly week each summer on uncrowded pristine beaches.
The water is still blue and the sand is white after the machine drives down the beach and sifts the debris out from the day before.
I do miss the solitude of the vast empty spaces.
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