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Braced for a morning at the beach with two children aged eight and nine, we headed for the west coast. We’re early risers, keen to avoid the midday sun, so were fortunate in securing a space in a carpark relatively close to the beach (it’s a small area that gets very busy around 11 am, so if there’s no space you need to park in Deia, which is around a 3km walk). The heat is intense in those peak summer months, and with no facilities other than toilets, you must carry everything you’ll need for your day.  However, there is a charming restaurant on the beach, so lunch at least is catered for.  

Surrounded by cliffs, the beach is made up entirely of pebbles – go ‘’as the crow flies’’ to your preferred spot to limit exposure to the hard-edge rocks. But once you’ve found your space, the surroundings are captivating with lots to see. There are boats coming into moor, the brave jumping down to the water off a high ledge that’s etched into the cliffs and a constant chatter of visitors making their way to their chosen positions on the beach.