Trevor’s sandcastle is a mansion with parapets, and big enough for a child of ten to walk around a few rooms as if a giant.
Trevor has always been good at construction. Lego sets were mere playthings in his lithe and supple hands and with them he would build monuments to favourite media that caught his gaze and attention as a child.
Replicae of a dumpy spaceship from an old PC game, hoverboards for his action men toy figures as well as the phone box from Bill & Ted, Trevor loved films around the sci-fi fantastic.
His beach jaunt is his latest foray, into finding his footing in healing fractured psyche and figuring out future prospects.
Could he be a sandcastle engineer? Sure. He could…but… Did he want to? What were his wants? What bubbled to the surface during those moments of serene clarity, when he was sat in the sun in large fields of green and yellow waving crop.
Trevor had yet to find out but he would try and attempt and pursue and evaluate.
Building sandcastles on this tremendous beach was a good day. The sun baked and the sea lapped, and Trevor smiled. This was a good day, but not a forever day. His search continues.