Again, Emily managed to sleep until dawn. It was a superb day: azure skies and a breeze. Our train back wasn't until 2, so we packed up our things then walked down to the beach. 
As on the previous days, it had been virtually taken over by surfers, with camper vans and jeeps on every verge. There must have been at least two hundred of them riding the waves, and it made it quite hard for a non-surfer to find a safe place to bathe. Maybe that's why there weren't any swimmers - until Nick went in, that is. Or maybe it was because the wind by the waters edge was actually very cool; it was enough to put me off going in, with the prospect of getting out and being covered in goosebumps. Mind you, I wasn't keen to go in anyway, with my postnatal flabby, pale body and only an unflattering maternity swimsuit to wear.
Emily didn't seem to appreciate being on the beach much, and the wind was blowing sand all over her, so we had to pick her up. She has such pale colouring, and it was a battle to keep her covered all over - Nick's Arsenal towel was quite useful for that. 
It was soon time to go back to the guesthouse to collect our things. After the packed bus ride the day before we'd decided to err on the side of caution and book a cab. As ever, the driver wore white gloves, and the car seats were draped in the ubiquitous lace. Imagine that at home!
We were pleasantly surprised to find that our train back was a 'Super View' type, as you normally have to pay more for these. They have great big picture windows and spacious airline-style reclining seats. As before, we were on the wrong side of the carriage, and made a mental note to ask for seats on the ocean side of the train in future. Coming back through Yokohama, we caught a faint glimpse of Mount Fuji, sun glinting on its snowy slopes.
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