The sun was still a while from waking up, stretching out and peeping over the horizon this early morning, but already the beach was starting to come alive.

It was like this every holiday season. The small coastal town swelling from a laid back local population of around ten thousand to a bustling, viby seventy thousand as the city slickers invaded the beaches, and then as the day went on, the restaurants and pubs.

They had worked the whole year for this four-week period, and now that they had landed, pockets chock-a-block with hard earned cash, it was as if they were fun possessed. They were going and determined, to have fun, and lots of it, spending hard doing so.

This was the time of the year to let it all hang out. And believe me some of them let it all hang out. A kaleidoscope of shapes and sizes. Some that were chocolate to the eyes as the bulges, bumps, boobs and bums winked at you as they walked passed. Perfectly flat, bronzed tummies idly soaking up the golden rays, as they lay on brand new brightly-coloured beach towels.

Then there were the other hangouts: the beer bellies that must have cost a fortune to create. Admittedly, they were more like Brussel sprouts than chocolate to the eyes, but they managed to grab your gaze just as effectively as the ‘pleasurables’ did. The robust, rounded masses seemed each to have their own personality and greatness, and you just couldn’t help wondering what it must be like to carry that load around all day.

The annual gathering was one of those weird human traits. Yesterday dressed up to the nines strutting around the city streets, shopping centres and offices, blindly walking past each other without even being aware who or what was around you. Now not even twenty four hours later, a large sample from the various towns and cities arrive on the beach and strip down in front of each other to half naked, or more.

No one cares and no one minds—quite the contrary they all love it! It’s like they have all been drawn to this one place, with common understanding and purpose. Instinct? Habit? Dunno man it seemed to be more than that, it was as though they knew they were all going to be there. Not as individuals but as a cloud of the most beautiful energy. To love, live and play together, even if it was only for four weeks, and even if it cost all their hard-earned cash. They didn’t seem to care. They just wanted to be part of it and be together.

They craved this refuelling period, had looked forward to it for the past year. Not even questioning or wondering what the fuel was or where it came from. They just knew they had to take their fair share on board so that they could make it through the next eleven months.

The locals loved it too!