I still have sand in my trouser pockets and am working my way through the washing after a relaxing few days, rock pooling, crab lining, cricket playing, paddling, walking and watching the waves. Last night, when I closed my eyes to go to sleep I could picture still the green sea, speckled with riding white horses and the dramatic purple, gray and green mountains dropping into the sea beyond.
It was a nice image to end the day with, much more pleasant than the road still coming towards you after a day of driving.
The weather was very varied but never prevented pleasant pass times.
We decided that the beetle (named Sally, like every female teddy and animal her imagination plays with) would be much happier free than living in a sand castle.