My favourite time of the day on holiday is that hour before sunset, that final hour of light to read a final few pages of your book before showers, aftersun and cocktails.
Something about Zighy Bay made both Jamie and I doze off as soon as we lay down in the shade, before coming to around 4.30 for a stroll down the sand, bleary-eyed, for a final swim. The combination of the sand and the desert light that made the whole place glow an Acne-like pink as sunset approached, and the sinking sun seemed to almost set the backdrop of palms on fire. It reminded me a little of our time in Tulum all those years ago, where every ounce of daylight is savoured and spent outdoors covered in saltwater and sand.
In Oman, twilight was that bit better considering even after dark it was over 30 degrees and anything more than a bikini felt overdressed. It was even too sticky for denim shorts, my staple vacay go-to, thus Faithfull’s easy breezy stripes really came into there own when it came to what to pull on post-beach. Sometimes only elasticated pants will do…
Ph. James Wright using an Olympus Pen