Whoever invented sand should be buried up to their necks in it and left there to consider their shortcomings.
Frankly, I consider sand worse than a plague of insects. They’re both small and get everywhere, but by and large, sand is smaller and gets further. Sand is sneaky too. At least insects are honest and make it clear they’re after your jam sandwich.
Sand just creeps.
Silently and relentlessly. It seeks out and infiltrates your lunch, shoes, bags, fur and clothes and it even creeps into the crevices you didn’t know you had.
It’s nasty stuff. Although the Old Boy and Old Girl seem to be able to put up with it and they often go to the beach when I take them to Nerja, Spain.
And just check out the photo on the left. That’s not the Old Boy and Old Girl, by the way, although the couple on the beach are probably someone’s Old Boy and Old Girl. I took that photo whilst on the Balcon de Europa (more of that below, as I talked about that yesterday). I looked down at the beach, to see what was going on and spotted the couple sitting on the sand, so wrapped up in each other, they didn’t seem to notice that the waves were lapping their bottoms. And the man was fully dressed!
They were either deeply in love or barking mad.
I didn’t hang about to find out though, because I suddenly became aware that I was being watched and thought I’d better make a swift exit (see bottom photo where I’m being photobombed by a predator).
And before I make a swift exit for today, I just wondered if you’d bought the Old Girl’s ebook yet. If not, please click here to go to the Muse It Up Publishing website and buy a copy of ‘Daffodil and the Thin Place’. I assure you, you will make an Old Girl extremely happy – and raise money for St. Nicholas Church, Laindon with Dunton, Essex, where the story takes place. #MuseItUp #DaffodilAndTheThinPlace