Actually just the one beach but let us not allow that to get in the way of a good headline.
It has become my habit to take my pre-breakfast cup of tea down to the beach and drink it whilst walking on the sand planning the day ahead and practicing daily gratitude. I am usually accompanied by the house dogs and it is often a longish walk as I have a lot to be grateful for right now.
Walking on a sharply shelving sandy beach with a full mug of tea is not as easy as it sounds and so the first task of the day is always, Goldilockslike, to identify the right sand to walk on. Too dry, too wet, just right.
Too dry and it falls away beneath my feet, sending me sliding gently down the slope. But not gently enough to ensure that no tea is spilt.
Too near the waterline and the backwash from the breaking waves engulfs my feet in sand and tries to suck them down.
Somewhere in-between is a perfect 18″ wide strip just wet enough to hold together and be firm to walk on yet just out of reach of the backwash.