but only manage a more sedate paddle instead....
Vast empty beaches full of Little Terns and the long slow beat of Marsh Harriers on the margins.
Fascinating shops, packed with Fairisle, corduroy, linen and baskets - this is Old Town (great website).
Sister castle to Castle Gaillard, not quite as dramatic, but lovely on a gentle evening with the swifts absolutely buzzing overhead. Some discussion over which of us might slide down the slopes on a tea-tray - my positioning is not sensible!
And, down along the shoreline.........
The best, the absolute best antique shop in the world, run by a stooping marsh-wiggle in faded cords - been coming here for 25 years and it never changes.
Hollyhocks, in every kind of pastel and frill absolutely everywhere.