Sand Couch Building + Summer Days

Since I was about 10 years old not one summer has gone by where I haven't made a sand couch. I've got photos of couches I've made. Big ones, and little ones. When I was about 12 me and my best friend made a whole living room, complete with coffee tables, a tv and a vcr player (it was back in the day, see). While I was away over the New Year's break, I didn't get a chance to make one. The few beach hours we got in were dedicated to beach cricket, or rugby/touch. And then there was the swimming, and the sunbathing while you gossip. Because we did so much this year, I didn't get a good couple hours to dedicate to making a sand couch.

So when I got home, Mum and I went to one of the city beaches. They aren't as nice as the ones further down the coast (the ones that aren't cocooned in a busy harbour with it's dirty harbour water) but it was nice enough. And in the sun I had an hour or two to make a very, very small sand couch.

It was pretty odd, actually. Being the only adult playing with the sand. But while I worked I had many visitors, and people who stopped to have a chat about the giant mound of sand I was crafting into couch shape. My favourite visit, though, was a little Macedonian kid. He was about two years old who would take sand from my hand, and carefully pat it onto one side of the side of the couch. He chattered the whole time, though it wasn't in English. I chattered back, but it wasn't in Macedonian. In the end, his father came to collect him. They took a photo of him sitting on the couch, which was quite cute, before they wandered on their way. Once I was done, I took photos too:

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The random standing behind me was a guy who kicked his soccerball into the couch. It didn't do any damage, but he felt obliged to pat some sand together with me.

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It was a good day, and I'm glad I live in a place where I can spend my summers doing just this.