No sand in my toes.

Miss M does not appreciate the beach yet. I'm sure next year, when she's fully grasped the purpose of buckets and shovels, and she is less inclined to taste the sea shells, she'll enjoy it much more, but this year she can't be bothered. In fact, she is so adverese to it that if we try to put her down on her feet in the sand she'll hold her legs up so that she doesn't have to touch it. Kind of reminds me of trying to give a cat a bath.