Although technically, I am not sure that it can still be named the Big Sand Dune.
A sand dune of greater than average proportion it is. Just.
It may be due to the repetitive gales that ponded the west coast last winter.
Or the fact that they seem unable to leave the place without carrying several tons of sand each in their shoes, socks, pockets, ears and nostrils.
To be deposited all over the car, Nana’s house and more importantly the bath tub and their bed sheets…
Argentina didn’t manage to score today.
Neither did I.
Hopefully it will not take me four years before I get another chance…