Sand, sand and more sand.

Down on the beach the television company have arrived and are busily recording the sandcastle competition.

Overheads seem to be low. On the beach there's a line of painted huts, a safety boat and a raised life guards look out point. Middle aged men with pony tails are much in evidence. Behind the dunes there's a mid-sized encampment of trailers , tents and an ambulance with an extremely bored looking crew. Young women in jeans and clipboards are the dominant demographic here.

Dog owners wander by. They're torn between wanting to find out what's going on and trying to look cool and disinterested. A row of six sand 'teeth' are all that remain of yesterdays sandcastles. We can't decide whether the crew are starting or finishing their days filming. There is a lot of milling around.  A man arrives with a pump and a generator and starts to hoover up sand which is then pumped into a series of painted barrels. This sounds more interesting than it is. We quickly move on.

Do they still teach Latin in schools ?  Angus can quite honestly say that after 'O' levels he never needed to use the language again. This doesn't stop him from picking up a copy of 'Life of the Caesars'. It's a modern translation and the staff at the bookstore say it's a must read. We shall see. 

Klimt in New York. The flowers are unexpectedly wonderful :https://www.moma.org/calendar/exhibitions/5779

From the Stanford Review :https://stanfordreview.org/investigation-uncovering-chinese-academic-espionage-at-stanford/