I'm starting to think "posts intermittently" is my middle name...

Seems unlikely - firstly, I'm pretty sure your middle name should be after a saint?

And I don't recall a Saint Posts Intermittently... Although, God knows, he or she would be the perfect patron saint of Blogger...

And I'm also having one of those "should there or shouldn't there be an apostrophe in the word posts" moments?

Damn you poorly taught grammar...

Tonight's story? Will we try some descriptive work?

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Some days the beach has so many colours it's almost confusing...

Sure, the yellow sand and the blue water, the subtly different blue of the sky, the whites and greys of the clouds that drift over head... They all come to mind straight away, filled in as quickly as one of those terrible paintings, sold by the hamfisted paint-by-number artists who lurk by Stephens Green or Merrion Square with their poorly executed masterworks swaddled in polythene...

But, that's only half the story...

There are the different shades of colour in the water... deep startling greens, a light clear blue that feels like exotic distant seas, white caps breaking and rising... Then as you walk close to the edge, the water is clear, completely lacking in colour... more about the sand beneath and the seaweed and the crushed shells that sparkle...

Then you glance at the sand and again there are so many layers of colour... the dark, packed wet sand, ridged and pockmarked by the sandworms... the drying sand a gentle latte colour, and the clear powdery white sand, untouched by water...

And on windy days, the topsand flows in liquid streams like a mystical fog across the beach and you feel like a Master of the Universe as you stride on a floating layer of wispy fog...