Confession of the day: I can’t build sandcastles. Not even if my life depended on it. I couldn’t even construct a sand hill if you asked. Yes, I’m that pathetic.
Just about the only things I can do in the sand are scribble random words, and dig random holes. Random is a big thing with me, and I like to pretend that it’s deliberate. Especially when I have no idea what I’m doing.
No, that’s not my gigantic hairy foot. Thank goodness. I was just sitting under some shade, taking random photographs. Because, unlike me, other people have no trouble finding things to do in the sand.
I guess the menu just wasn’t enticing enough for this guy. But c’mon, who could resist an order of … umm … frozen cafe?
Guess this kid wasn’t into the frozen cafe either. He was too busy digging. I thought of offering some help, since I do have a bit of experience with digging myself into various holes, but he looked like he had it all under control.
Hmmm. Maybe I should have asked him for pointers instead.