The Paddle

Portuguese folk have many ways of entertaining themselves by the sea, especially on sunny Sundays. But we've noticed that with the exception of surfers and dogs, they don't venture into the water itself.
Well, being brought up on British seaside holidays, we hate to miss the opportunity to roll our trousers up and get our feet wet. After a very rainy Saturday, we had decided that on our last day in Canidelo, we would go for a paddle, come hell or high water. Hell stayed away but we got the high water - huge, crashing, thundering waves, sucking sand back again with just as much violence. (Not the beach to pick if you want a swim.) The waves either miss you or soak you and we were quickly soaked (especially me as I forgot to roll my trousers up). The sand was swept from under our feet with such force that we were hanging on to each other to stop from falling over, and both shrieking like crazy. I'm sure we entertained the locals.
Not much like paddling in Weymouth.