You park up beside a dozen cars. Families unpack the boots of their vehicles and laden with luggage, walk towards the bay. As you go round the giant hedge, you are greeted by the blinding sun in the clear blue sky. Its beams bounce off the pleasant sea and onto its surroundings. Up ahead, children jump off the wooden jetty into the water, a meter down, gasping as they resurface. The many colors of their swimsuits and swimming trunks stand out against the grey stone in the surrounding area and blue sea. Closer inland, parents lounge on the rocks, soaking up the suns magnificent light. The small, traditional, red Scandinavian house is actually a kiosk. A line of people make up the queue between the white posts on its brown wooden porch. You walk twenty yards over the warm, smooth rock. The heat from the sun deep within it feels good against the bottoms of your feet. After waiting for a minute in the queue, you order your ice cream, and the sweetness is a such a strong contrast to the smell of the salty ocean. However, today the sea is calm. The kids fishing for crabs use the weather to their advantage. The poor crabs are fished and then released back into their dark home over and over and over again. You walk over to the jetty and pick up a cheap fishing rod. The children by your side take the fishing very seriously and frantically scramble around you calling for the net. You finish and step onto the rough rock and hop towards the natural ramp. The crabs climb over each other as you tip the bucket. You