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There's the morning gone

I was concerned once to read that a defining characteristic of Autism is sitting on the beach watching sand running through your fingers rather than kicking a ball about - it brought back many memories of shivering on Pendine Sands doing just that. If I had become a mining engineer then I could do it all day, but instead I will just make myself happy with this:
Falling Sand Game
Now where's my special blanket to hug at the same time?



Mining engineers lead dynamic and exciting lives full of adventure, big trucks and explosives. We are rugged, rufty tufty pioneers of capitalism and industry.


ps I do find watching truckloads of rock flowing through the crusher quite relaxing though

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