I remember the “sandcastles” Anna and I built on our day trip to Brighton, how she didn’t care there were pebbles and not sand but how on the journey I was so fearful that she was going to cry when we got there, that she would only be happy with sand but she didn’t mind that her “sandcastles” didn’t stay in the shape of the bucket; she was perfectly happy to play with pebbles and call it a sandcastle anyway.
