Some water is definitely necessary when building sandcastles, but the deluge that bombarded the Sandcastle Festival in Cobourg last weekend was a bit overdone.
I had made the long trek to see the sandcastles, quite pleased with myself that I actually remembered to look up the date long beforehand and not the week after as I usually do. (and yes, I know it is probably held the same weekend every year as most festivals are...)
Actually, I used it as an excuse to visit some friends - not that I need an excuse, but it was a good way of confirming a date instead of the usual vague promises to get together soon that we usually go through.
If I ever made a sandcastle, or sculpture, as a kid, I have no memory of it. But then, the cottage we went to had a rocky beach so I do remember collecting stones. Many, many stones. I wonder what happened to them all.
Next week I will again be at a cottage where I pray something blogworthy will happen
because some time ago, a grey squirrel passed on an award to me for contributing to the blogging community in a positive or inspirational way.
I probably won't pass it on, but I will sit on a beach and think about the ten questions about myself I need to answer.