Sandblasted

It may look inviting but the sand flying through the air was blasting the top few layers of skin from my face. The temperature was what can only be described as bloody cold and sever layers of weatherproof clothing to were not enough to stop the biting wind cutting straight to the bone.

In fact, if I hadn't spent a lot of time and effort developing the physique of a seal I may well have been reduced to a shiny white skeleton in a woolly hat.