THE roar of the engine makes even my seat shudder as I press down on the throttle.
My quad bike kicks into gear and the speed dial shoots from zero to 40mph, sending me hurtling across the golden sand like Lara Croft in an action movie.
It’s only my third time on a quad – and first riding one on a beach – but my instructor is cheering me on as though I’m a professional rider in a race.
As the wind whips through my hair and the morning sun beats down, I begin to appreciate just how vast the four-and-a-half miles of pristine coastline is ahead of me.
In the distance, I clock the zipwire I’ll be tackling this afternoon, and the fitness studio for tomorrow’s yoga – before catching a glimpse of the paddock where I’ll pick up my horse for tonight’s sunset ride.