What beautiful place surrounds me, even while sitting under an overcast sky wearing a jumper over my summer dress and a strong westerly spits rain onto my laptop. My bare legs catch the breeze, sending my feet into a gritty quick-step against the ribbed decking under the table. No matter how many times I dip my feet into the bucket of water by the door, my feet are never truly sand free with grains collecting in between my toes and up my shins and calves. Not that I mind.