On Japanese Beaches

Sunday we managed to get up at a sensible time - actually in the morning! Shizuka had to cook dinner for her father and Nephew so I was left to my own devices. So as I promised myself, I went to the beach. One of the great things about where I am located in Japan is how close everything is. My nearest beach is maybe 1 km from my flat.
However, Japanese beaches are not that clean - something they blame on Korea and just about anyone else. The Japanese are very good at inventing jobs for people - stick waving parking attendents to tell you to turn - because you were really planning on trying to go through a wall, to name just one. So you would think that hords of people would be there everyday to clean up whatever had been washed up - especially the dead cat I ran past. But no, the beaches are spoiled. Such a contrast to the UK where we travel great distances to get to a beach to find that every square inch (2.54cm2) of what little sand there is, is stuffed with poeple who had the same idea as you because the Sun came out for a few hours.
Anyway, ranting aside, there were a few people on the beach and a few in the water surfing. Normally I would write 'surfing' in inverted commas as the waves are about as high as moles hills, but today they were actually surfable - not tubes I hasten to add, but surfable. So I got the towel, iPod and lay down for a hour of two trying to get some colour to my otherwise typically British pasty blue/white skin.