At the beach the other day the Island King told all of the kids to follow him to the top of the sanddune.
They lined up.
He explained his plan - which was to see who could cover themselves with the most sand before they got to the bottom.
And down they came.
Everyone except Cousin C who stood there looking at them like they'd lost their minds. She's the only one of them with good sense.
They all looked like powdered donuts by the time they reached the bottom.
The Youngest Island Boy was declared the winner. That boy even had sand coating his eyelashes.
They had fun but will be digging sand out of their ears for weeks.