Comments about Greg Costello
The selfish sun beckons bodies beach-side.
Parties of people decamp, floating towels onto their chosen patch.
Toddlers transfixed by the sea, trip over togs in anticipation.
Swimmers squeal as they tiptoe their way to the required depth, others bound with looping legs in an attempt to ignore the tide's temperature.
Waves crash and bang, as bare-chested builders carefully decide where sandcastles won't subside.