How fortunate we are, on a clear, sunny morning like today's, to be able to walk out onto sands as deserted and extensive as these, and to find them, each time, different, as if the sea is never satisfied with their arrangement so that...
....each time it comes in and covers them, it must rearrange them, creating bays and headlands and rocky outcrops and leaving....
....patterns which feed our imagination. These ripple marks seem like the mountains of Greenland viewed from a 'plane, cut by glaciers flowing to the sea.
The sea isn't alone in this constant shifting of the sands. They are pierced by what must be millions of burrowing organisms each moving its share of sediment to sort it for food, and this movement is further assisted by....
....an increasingly fierce wind blowing out of the southwest which picks up dried surface sand to sting our ankles before throwing it into the teeth of the rising tide.
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