I’m not someone who can go to the beach and lay in the sun all day doing nothing, returning home tanned like a pancake, with no sand in bikini, hair or between my toes. When I’m at the beach I feel I have some work to do! I can’t leave the sand untouched. I have to dig, build, create.
We found beautiful circles in the sand, made by someone the day before. They looked like the circles Aboriginals use on their paintings to express their Dreamtime stories. We used these to to kick off our irrigation system. We started digging trenches and building dikes. First we had just a tickle of water moving through but after a while the brook became a swirling river which ate away the banks.
10 metres away from us
there was a big hairy man with survival hat in beige digging the sand with his
grandson. Soon we were a team, digging our way toward each other. Some other
people participated. It really felt we were doing something important! The rest
of the people on the beach seemed to feel it too cause everybody politely
tipped toed between our dikes and rivers. We were caught up in our world, going with the flow. We were woken up in the middle of our dream when we, after digging
at least 30 square
metres of irrigation system, found out
that hundreds of people with big tattoos invaded our beach.
We dived into the sea and escaped.