Muriel and Alain were sitting on the terrace next to the path that led to the beach

The sun was high and the air was warm but their friends had not arrived

Alain switched the radio on but the light songs began to fade gently into the nearby tiger bushes

Muriel was beginning to fret a little as she had been looking forward to the day

I think that we live above the cruellest beach in the world

 

Why do you say that?

 

Because the summer tides occur at eleven and four

 

It is a geographical peculiarity

 

The moon is to blame

 

If the gang does not hurry up then we will have very little of the beach to ourselves

 

They are stuck in traffic

 

The sea is to blame

 

Alain suddenly stood up and waved in the general direction of the coastal road

The gang has arrived

 

What is that song on the radio Alain?

 

Gang Naturiste by Charlotte Fever

 

I rather like it

It matches my mood

 

I think that the day will be a success after all