We may be four or even five hundred kilometres from the nearest beach, but there's no reason why we can’t have the kids round for the odd game of beach volleyball or “volley” as it is known here. The elections are over so the town square won’t be needed for a riot in the near future and the market stalls don’t mind setting up on a bit of sand for a month or so apparently, so why not truck in a squillion tonnes of sand, bus in kids from anywhere we can find them every evening for a month or so, and hold a regional championship?
There’s no fancy stadium, even at centre court, no security, no charge to watch and all the fun you can eat. Oh, and as a bonus no one asked any of those present with cameras not to take photos?
This is what we like about summer in Europe, there's a joy about it which seems to know no bounds when it comes to celebrating it. Why today even we were out and about in our shorts and sandals.
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