England, Cornwall, Praa Sands: The wind was blowing a gale and the rain pelted, not down, but horizontally. Walking along this beach, with the storm at my back I dreaded the return journey. As quickly as it came the midnight black skies lifted and a weak, English sun made a welcome appearance. This was timed with my arrival at the far end of the sand and the surprising and joyful exclamation of boulders.