Ruddy Sand, Everywhere!
Trip Start Apr 03, 2009
12Trip End Apr 15, 2009
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The beach was beautiful - wide and sandy, dotted with shells that the kids started to collect. There was a constant breeze coming in off the North Sea, so Nick forked out to hire a luminous orange windbreak. We sat down in its lee and the kids dug into their lunch-boxes. Us adults just got to stare at the empty space in the rucksack where the sandwiches should have been, had they not been left behind.
Maybe it was a blessing. The kids had sandwiches with real sand in them, sand-apples, sand-waffles and no spoons for their yoghurts (also left behind).
Not deterred, they raced off into the surf, only to return two minutes later with soaking wet trousers, encrusted with sand. Then they decided to dig a wopping great big hole, using only their hands. As it became deeper than one arm's reach, they started sliding into it head first, leaving only a pair of sandy legs kicking in the air above.
Nick, GJ and I had a good chat and a laugh, which was great. Nick found a 'broodtje and koffie' stall and got us something to eat. The sandmonsters occasionally popped back out of their hole to check on us back at base (behind the windbreak). One shed sand into Nick's coffee before racing off again.
Eventually it was time to go, so we wandered along the shopping street, eating ice-creams. Nick bought some post-cards. The kids clothes started to dry out a bit and some of the layers of sand dropped off. If they stood still for any length of time, they left a small pile of it.
Finding the car was a different challenge. The underground bunker had inexplicably disappeared and we circumvented the town before we found it. It was gone 6pm before we dropped GJ back at his flat.