I have come across two different types of Beaches in my few years.
The hot beaches that are crowded with scantily dressed people that tend to exist in shades of white and red. These beaches are filled with the cacophony of children screaming, Seagulls calling, and raucous laughter. The air is saturated with heat, which smelts the smell of sunscreen, picnic food, and trash. Everything tastes of sand and salt, no matter how many precautions are taken. The heat burns the skin causing it to stretch and wrinkle stiffly with any expression at all except no expression at all; the sand digs into every nook and cranny even if no rolling in the hot 'white' stuff has occurred for, inevitably, those screaming children have thrown it into the air causing it to settle in every nook and cranny and even into the hair. All in all this kind of Beach is only pleasant to those who: like exposing the privacy of their skin; are either a screaming child, raucously laughing or a seagull; have a poor sense of smell or like the smell of trash; don't get burnt or don't want to show expression; can ignore or enjoy the inevitable contact with sand; and are either similar in personality to the many idiots that proliferate the area or are unbothered by their 'antics'.
The cold beaches are cold. However, the cold can be put off by wearing appropriate clothing and what cold then experienced can be endured for lack of the bothers that are found at hot beaches. Here is there is respite from large crowds and the displeasures that are found in such an atmosphere. Here there are unique, cool pebbles in varieties of colors (that you only take home in either small quantities of unintentional amounts or in intentional amounts). Cool, moist air presses comfortingly on the cheeks and smoothes the face of worry. The air is laid in a blanket of fog and sea spray that is both refreshing and enchanting in its ability to make the visit a private one. Waves crashing in and rushing out and the thunderous music that accompanies them is experienced in every fiber of being. Foaming white caps, clear sea green waves, muddy froths left in the sand, and the dancing mist above entreats the eyes to a marvelous display undiscovered in any painting. The cold beaches are a refuge for the seeking soul.