Barefoot on the Dunes

We’d climbed up onto the dunes just as the weather turned. One minute it was postcard Fuerteventura. Bright sand, blue sea, the whole thing was beautiful and the next a slab of grey had slid in off the Atlantic and parked itself overhead. Suddenly we were running for our cars as rain pelted down.

But that was 5 minutes into the future. For now people were enjoying the dunes in Fuerteventura.

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