By Sunday we were sorted: a quick breakfast and we raced down to the dune to catch the sun and miss the crowds. Not that the crowds were ever that thick - we just fancied having the dune to ourselves.
The Sun god had been very kind to us and so it was only fitting to make some sort of sacrifice. Henry was chosen (naturally) and was buried vertically up to his neck and left for the crows. The gods speared him (again!) and he managed to worm his way home.
The kids and I gathered up enough sand in our pockets and shoes to keep mum busy at home on the vacuum cleaner for at least a week or two. Lunch at the cabin and then a lazy swim before climbing in the car to drive home.