T and I made quite an excursion today in search of a beach that was in the same league as the West Coast beaches in Sweden. After some searching, T selected Fire Island as our destination and it was beautiful! Fire Island is a nature reserve and a hot spot for gay men, which meant amazing and quiet beaches with a minimum of attention from people around us. We had a lovely day, though my inability to put on sunscreen evenly now means scattered red, aching spots on otherwise stubbornly pale skin. There in the sun, T pointed out a beach, a good book, and cookies is really all one needs. Probably true! (And good sunscreen in my case of course…)