We were fairly close to the coast, so after the May Day celebrations we spent the rest of the afternoon walking along the sea front. From the pier (hardly worthy of the name) we looked out over the wide, almost-empty beaches. In the middle distance a line of donkeys returned with their diminutive riders (provoking demands from Mari-Astrid’s daughter that she wanted a donkey ride, but when we got down there her shyness took over and she changed her mind).