Zadar is home to a very unique thing; The Sea Organ.

An architect put tubes and pipes under the concrete steps that lead into the sea as an experiment, and boy did it work! As the waves slap against the wall it creates it’s own music.

We sat on the steps and listened to the relaxing noise. It was a continuous harmony and when boats came by or the wind blew the music became much louder and more upbeat, but still tranquil enough to make you fall asleep. It sounded like a chill out CD being played, or a Moby track. I absolutely loved it, and think every seaside town should have one!

The sea around the steps was about 5m deep and we could see every rock, and shiny fish below, it was that clear. It would be an awesome area to jump in, as they even had steps to get out, but it was too cold in the morning.

It’s certainly feeling a lot more like autumn the past few days with crisp blue skies but quite a chill in the air. I think we might be packing our summer gear away after five months of chasing the sun around Europe.

We drove to Nin and decided to brave a swim as it looked like a nice sheltered area for a dip. The town is on a little island in a lagoon, and nearby is a long stretch of sandy beach – which is rare in Croatia. I didn’t think it looked very appealing though, especially compared to all the picturesque tiny bays we’ve seen. But, we needed a wash, and I was desperate for a wee.

We would of found a more scenic beach, but the reason we came to Nin was for its therapeutic mud. I asked about it in Zadar; the lady said it’s very good for diseases and full of minerals, but to be careful not to put it all over you – she said to check at the Nin info centre for more advice. So I asked in Nin, and the lady pointed to a forested area on the map where the mud is ‘and I just cover myself in it do I? All over?’ ‘Yes….but, maybe it’s too cold today’ ‘Nah, it’s like an English summer out there!’.

There was a shallow lagoon with trees between it and the beach. A small section of its shores were made of sludgy mud, so in we went. It felt horrible to step on, all the mud squelched between my toes like squeezing plasticine through a spaghetti maker.

So, we smeared the mud all over our bodies. It had tiny granules in and was lovely exfoliating our skin. An English family came over and collected mud to take back to their hotel. I asked if they’d heard anything about not putting the mud all over your body, but they hadn’t. We stood there a while, letting the mud dry on our skin, and the lady said ‘come to think of it, the locals we’ve seen have only used a little bit, on their feet or knees’. ‘Right…I suppose it’s pretty obvious that we’re tourists then!’ We all laughed and then Craig and I dashed off to the sea to wash it all off.

What the hell happened to the Adriatic, it was icy cold! So much for me acting all macho saying it was a British summer! It was a shallow and sheltered beach, it should of been the warmest sea yet. Worst of all it was only about 1ft deep so we were trying to scrub ourselves clean while shivering like mad. We probably looked like washed up dolphins having epileptic fits.