For me, beaches are for walking along and observing nature, in its various forms. I am not keen on swimming in salty water and getting all sticky, carting sand home in ones clothing, flies, burning sun and sunburn. I could go on.
Bit unusual I guess because we were very much beach kids as we grew up.
R likes the beach a bit more than do I. Yesterday he chastised himself for being silly enough to go to the beach on a stinking hot day where he could have stayed home in the cool, but to the beach he went on the tram.
The tram was packed and he had an uncomfortable journey and then once at the beach, burnt his feet. It was very hot on the sand, but delicious in the water. He commented on the way young people on the tram were swearing. R is known to use ripe language, unlike the virtuous moi, but he was astonished by how open and blatant they were, not caring who was hearing them.
Once on the fairly crowded beach, he found a place to spread his towel near some other towels whose owners were absent. When the owners returned, he was even more appalled at the way they were swearing and the obnoxious conversation. He picked up his towel and moved to another spot only to have more kids near him swearing away.
Swearing should be saved for appropriate occasions, like when you hurt yourself or you wish to insult someone.
Sometimes I just feel so out of touch.