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The boardwalk pulled me straight in. Those weathered planks running across the dark volcanic sand towards a sea gone smooth from a long exposure, like the Atlantic had decided to hold its breath for me.

Playa de Ajabo at dusk is a different beast to the postcard Tenerife of packed loungers and factor-50. This was the middle of winter after all. Even during the day there weren’t huge crowds, the two thatched parasols stood there in silhouette like a pair of scarecrows off duty, and the sky was transforming from molten orange at the horizon up to a deep, cool blue overhead.

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