I must say that I've never personally been one for gazing out to sea (or at white speedos for that matter) and, being in the only landlocked region of the Italian peninsular, I'm well placed to appreciate the inside, rather than the outside edge of the country.
Early evening view from the house
The midsummer colours here are so bright and full of glare that it is hard to photograph the countryside except when it's a little cooler, either early in the morning or late in the afternoon, but when the light is just right you can sometimes hit upon a rich seam of shapes, lines and colours which define this landscape and these freshly cut fields below were, for me, just such a seam.
Freshly cut fields of grain
They remind me of chestnut woodgrain or warm travertine and they mark a brief respite for the hardworking farmers of this area - who I imagine have also gone off for a few days by the sea, firmly clutching their white speedos.