I took the kidlets to the beach yesterday while my wife was out racing in a regatta. At that distance, all the sails and hulls look the same, and I had neglected to bring binoculars. Our landlubber trio devoted ourselves to beach pursuits. However, instead of building sandcastles, we should’ve been digging foxholes. Stillwater Cover is alongside a golf course. Needless to say, the golf balls were sailing overhead and thumping down like mortar fire. Perhaps I should’ve brought my lawyer with me. I’m not sure if the players that day were inebriated or just legally blind.
We’re bringing army helmets and real shovels the next time we go to that beach.