Last winter I posted some thoughts on the ephemerality of gingerbread houses (and snowmen). The summer equivalent, the sand castle, is even more temporary. Its such an interesting thing to do – you go into the process knowing full well that what you build will not last, and then you’re still a bit sad when it gets destroyed. But I suppose that’s sort of the fun, once you embrace it.
For our first sand castle attempt this summer, we built a miniature Viking settlement, loosely based on the finds at L’Anse Aux Meadows in Newfoundland.
But it was quickly trodden over by an adorable toddler the minute we looked away. Alas.
So we built our next creation with destruction in mind: a fortress guarded with look outs and two concentric walls. We stood guard, protecting it from adorable toddlers and curious puppies and persistent seagulls.
And we faced it out to sea, leaving it’s only open doors facing the water.
So that the tide could rush in easily and wash it away, when the time came.
It just somehow seemed more satisfying than letting it be destroyed by people. I’m not sure why.