Washing the sand

I've been washing the sand with my salty tears,
Searching the shore these long years,
And I'll walk the sea, forever more.

We've moved away from Chamonix, and all a little bit sad about that. Me and Leyla stopped off to dig a dragon out of the sand (there are dragons buried on most sandy shores: you just need to know how to dig the sand out from around them). After we were done with the dragon, which was a baby, Leyla said it wouldn't be happy unless it had a castle to threaten, so we made a little castle for it to hassle. And then we were done.

Sometimes you lug a couple of thousand quid's worth of camera gear up a mountain for the best photo of the day; other times you get it on your phone by the water's edge.