Our second visit to the sea was in the very different conditions of a baking Spanish headland. Those mountains you see in the background are the other side of the same Pyrennean peaks you saw in my first photo.
Son 1 headed off enthusiastically to assess the bay we'd seen - was it fit for bathing, and could his grandparents get down to it? So, OK, he was a bit optimistic, but in the end everyone did scramble down to it and it was marvellous for bathing and snorkelling.
The wind was roaring in, but that was rather invigorating in the heat. And it's very hard to get our two out of the water, once they get in. Ben took them, one at a time, right out around the rocks and off to some interesting shoals of fish, partly to assess their swimming skills, which he deemed very good.
This assessment gave us the confidence to go, on another day, to the Banyuls snorkel trail, just on the French border. Ben and Son 2 headed off and read all the underwater pannels which gave them information on the different coastal environments they were swimming through. Son 1 was really tired after an early morning fishing trip, so he gave the snorkel trail a miss, on the understanding that we'll go back there one day! You can see the yellow buoys of the snorkel trail below the cliff on my photo.
But what really convinced me that the Mediterranean can truly live up to my expectations of the sea was a bracing walk on the windy headland just south of Banyuls, and therefore on the border of France and Spain.