When people find out that you live on an island, they automatically assume that you spend your days lounging on the beach, sipping cocktails with little umbrellas. They are surprised, if not offended, if your tan is not darker than theirs. They almost expect you to walk around with sand in your hair, car, handbag.
In actual fact, if us islanders are honest, we don't spend nearly enough time on the beach.
This May day, however, we packed the car, made sarmies, chilled the beer (sorry, no cocktails) and made our way down to the beach. As we pitched our big umbrella and settled in for the day, we couldn't help but wonder: "We live on an island. Why don't we do this more often?"