|The way the couple's feet make a 'X'' shape as they turn to glance at each other - so beautiful.|
|A strange dichotomy between the erect phallus and the spindly, almost feminine arms - slightly androgynous, disturbing..|
|These two seem to be having a chat amid the Dionysian revelry, "How's the missus, then"|
|The small splosh to the right of the waves breaking on the reef is Pete...|
In Spain people have taken to piling stones on beaches making personal 'cairns' to mark their visit. Here is strictly shingle, so driftwood is the preferred medium. Big boughs and slender eucalyptus branches woven into temporary shelters, some constructed on top of sand 'mottes' or protected by ditches.
A long salt-whitened tree trunk beached by the water's edge got me thinking about Corsica's first inhabitants. They island hopped here from Tuscany via Elba and Capraia. Their dugout canoes could not have been much bigger than this fallen tree. Maybe 9000 years ago groups of them paddled up this river, built temporary shelters out of what was to hand. It must have been a hunter gatherers Eden, the island had been cut off for a million years. Strange animals roamed its forests, such as pygmy hippos. The first Corsicans feasted them to extinction.
The point was reinforced by two kids on the beach. They had found a couple of empty 5l plastic water carriers, They beat out a jaunty rhythm with sticks on their make-do drum kit. Their older sister jigged a bit, dancing for Dionysus, then wandered off and stared at the sea.