We couldn’t resist returning to our little Makeshift Beach.
Hot from in-land adventures and keen to cool off, we clambered down for a late afternoon dip.
As cool and as comfy as possible…
Breathing in the salty sea air and lusting after that glassy blue sea.
It didn’t take long for us to strip off and slither in!
We swam with the place to ourselves, watching the light turn ever more golden as the sun sank to the horizon.
If you’ve never watched the sun go down from underwater, make sure you try it next time.
There’s no sight or feeling quite like it.
As the air cooled and the sea got rougher, we clambered out to watch the last of the sunset.
And dry out on the rocks.
Soon enough our patience was rewarded.
We were treated to the most beautiful and moving sunsets I’ve ever experienced.
If no two sunsets are ever alike… shouldn’t we pay a little more attention?
Once it had dipped well below the horizon, leaving the sky a delicate shade of pink, we made for L’Île-Rousse.
Strolling through the sun warmed town, slowly coming to life for the evening’s festivities.
In a little courtyard we finally found a restaurant with a free table.
Where we sipped on rosé and dined on buratta and seafood pasta.
Well past-a bedtime, we wandered home and fell asleep before picking up our books.
The very best sort of happy tired you only really get from spending time in the sea.
Corsica, you were so wonderful to us. I’m going to return every summer, forever.
I think you should too!