Paradise Regained. Settling into beach life

I called it magic island but many promote it as party island. During the night the whole town of Hvar turns into a wild party with loud music, lots of drinking and the resulting, incoherent shouting. We are right in the centre and refuse to install air conditioning, so we sleep with open windows and exposed to all the noise. It takes more than that to prevent me from sleeping after a day out in the sun, and I go up at 7am to go to the market. I love markets and doing the shopping is an excellent opportunity to practice and improve my rudimentary Croatian.
As in a typical day in Hvar we check the weather forecast and decide where to go that day. The nice thing this time is that instead of taking a taxi-boat we sail there.
There is a weak northeasterly, so we decide to go along the south of the Pakleni islands and pull into one of the many bays. In the weak wind progress was slow and the sun biting our yet not acclimatised skin, so when we were passing in front of Stipanska we decided to go no further. Dropped the anchor,  look a line ashore, inflated our little dinghy to take stuff ashore and settled for our first day at the beach.
This involves a lot of swimming and sunbathing until early afternoon when the sun becomes too hot and we shelter in a shade reading to emerge in the late afternoon for more swimming and enjoying the mellow light.

Stipanska: rowing the dinghy ashore.

When it was time to go, we weighed anchor under sail and ghosted back to Hvar harbour to face the usual pandemonium of trying to find a place among the local boats.