The family

You float over towards the family, where a Father is putting the finishing touches to a sun shield around their towels, effectively blocking them out of the view of the rest of the beach. "There, all sorted," he said with a grin, before moving across to his towel and laying down.

Doug is a man in his forties, thinning hair and a thick brown beard and a hairy chest that hides a lot of his muscular toning, as he lays there in a pair of black swimming shorts next to his wife Milly.

Milly is a similar age, with long blonde hair tied back into a pony tail, a white one piece swimsuit, sunglasses and a large sunhat covering her up quite a bit as she looks down at the two teenagers also sat near them. "Well, I hope you bought plenty to drink." she says with a grin, and Doug almost instantly pulls out a bottle of wine from the hamper between them. "It may be a late holiday but it's still a holiday."

Sarah, one of the two teenagers with long curly brown hair dressed in a pink bikini rolled her eyes. "Oh God," she moaned. "Are you two going to be totally drunk by lunchtime again?"

"Yeah," her twin brother Alan added. "You don't have to be drunk to enjoy a holiday you know."

"If you wind up burning, I'm not gonna help again," Sarah added.