Not venture out !
When I was a lad this was ideal paddling weather for all the kids we would go down in us hand knitted bathing costumes, you know the ones that the crotch trials the ground once they are wet, and build sand castles. Then we would run back up the beach dodging the slates blown from the sea front houses to us mother who had tied herself and me father to the railings to stop being swept away. Then we would have us sandwiches with added grit to keep us teeth clean.
Aye many a memorable day in casualty with hypothermia from us trips to the sand.
Ye na if yur tell kids this now they divnt believe yer.
Youngun's divnt na they're born these days