Sleeping in the Garden

Out in the old quarry, at the end of the bay, there are various piles of rubble, brush, gravel, and sand.  It's used by a local building firm to store materials.  This pile of sand, three connected heaps, always reminds me of a woman lying on her side, sleeping.  Maybe it's the flesh-like colour of the sand.  And the spire of the parish church makes an appearance, at extreme right and left.