Putting on the warpaint

This is our daughter's idea of preparing herself for another day at the beach. Rather than spend the whole time watching them dig wholes in the sand, I decided to go for a barefoot jog across the sands. I vaguely remembered some hippy running article extolling its virtues and how the runner's biomechanics naturally fall into the correct posture as nature intended. I'm not sure if nature intended the feet to be abraded like it's been walking on sandpaper but I very much doubt if I could have ran for any longer. I even got a blister which I never get with trainers. However, the dip in the cold sea water afterwards felt fantastic.