Emry and Hugo played in this giant hole in the sand dug by a mystery someone.
They played and played with their found driftwood sticks.
My toes.
Speedy tank tracks. We wondered at one point if they might run us over.
I began to draw a heart for my sweetheart at home...
A naughty little someone thought I was doing it all wrong...
The stinker tried his best to erase it out with his foot!
Off he went in search of someone new to torment.
Sand angels. All Hugo's idea.
We loved every minute.
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