> Nice story. I had a similar experience when I was a lot younger on Frinton beach (east coast of England, very nice sandy beaches). We were there with our cousins (one of whom was a couple of years older than me) and there was a nasty little boy going round jumping on sandcastles. So this older cousin (Alex, his name was) went and found a largish stone and buried it just under the top of a large new sandcastle. I imagine you can guess the rest; this little boy was not a happy bunny.
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> Phil-"Muhahahahahaha"-bee

I don't want to sound mean or anything, but that rules.

My family once built a rockcastle at the beach. We stuck the rocks together with a mixture of sand and water (we called it "muck"). My dad found a largish flat rock and put at the front for a porch.

Qua "never saw a castle with a porch before" rtz