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Aberdour beach and the Firth of Forth

Monday 7th May 2018, 12.25pm (day 2,447)

Aberdour beach, 7/5/18

A glorious — and three-day — weekend continues with the chance to spend a Monday relaxing with our friends in Aberdour and exploring its stellar beaches: this one, known (erroneously) as Black Sands is particularly fine. This weekend has reminded me why I should come to Scotland more often.

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Beach time

Thursday 28th July 2016, 2.20pm (day 1,799)

Beach time, 28/7/16

Some people insist on doing this kind of thing every day on their holidays. I have never been one of them, but occasionally I indulge. Pictured at Praia da Rainha (Queen’s Beach), Cascais.

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Sand sculptor by Holborn station

Friday 8th January 2016, 4.10pm (day 1,597)

Sand sculptor, 8/1/16

A day’s work in London to finish off the week (and it did finish me off). This creation was being put together outside Holborn tube station as I passed, and was proving quite a profitable enterprise for its sculptor — justifiably.

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‘Sand in Your Eye’

Thursday 9th October 2014, 9.15am (day 1,141)

Sand sculpture, 9/10/14That is the name of this sculpture, currently residing in the courtyard of the town hall. There is a page about it here. It’s made of sand, and if you compare the photos on that web page with this one you can see that she has been revised (she is aging), and apparently will continue to be at points over the next few weeks. It’s a clever idea. Even if you can’t see it from most of the town.

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Footprints

Tuesday 2nd April 2013, 4.25pm (day 586)

Footprints, 2/4/13

Clare’s, to be exact: imprinted on the sand of Home Beach, North Stradbroke Island.

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Worm casts, Morecambe Bay

Saturday 14th April 2012, 11.00am (day 233)

Worm casts, 14/4/12

From England’s steepest and highest points yesterday to one of its flattest, lowest expanses: and all only a couple of dozen miles away. I like these little worm casts (though I am sure my parents will remind me of some long-buried beach holiday of my toddlerhood in which I was terrified of this kind of thing); a kind of natural sculpture. Or possibly just untidiness.

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