Shifting sands

The sands on this beach are forever changing. A couple of weeks ago there was rippling sand and a long channel at the back of the beach especially designed for Poppydog to career through in as mad a fashion as an old Springer can manage. That has gone, and today there were these wonderful deep ripples in a small area surrounded by a flat expanse. No doubt a hydrologist would be able to explain just what causes variations in sand patterns but actually I don't much care. They're just rather wonderful.

A day of unscheduled long conversations which rather scuppered my plan for a quick dash to fill the car up and collect LH's birthday present sweatshirt, now finally arrived. The chats were all very useful and productive in their own various ways so in the grand scheme of things well worth it. Je regrette rien ;-)