On our recent weekend away (you can catch up on that here) I was annoyed in the middle of the night by the distant loud rumblings of a motor.... to this once country girls ears it even sounded like a tractor.
As I lay in bed with the sound reverberating through my brain I became convinced it was indeed a tractor, you know, just casually passing by the world famous Atlantis Hotel on the Dubai Palm Islands.
Eventually I jumped out of bed and crept onto our balcony to investigate, and lo and behold below our room working his way across the sand was a TRACTOR!
The next morning I took a stroll down the beach and discovered the beach had miraculously been swept smooth, sun lounges were perfectly straight and the sand denied all evidence of the fun and frivolity enjoyed by hundreds the previous day.
What is it about our human psyche that we crave to feel like the first to step foot on the sand, that we have created this need for clean, smooth beaches and perfectly manicured spaces.
Do we feel more comfortable with organised chaos?
I wish I had paid more attention during Sociology 101 at university, I am sure we explored this very topic at some point.
Personally I would of preferred a nice tractor-less sleep and a messy beach the next morning full of foot prints and smashed sand castles.
Do you prefer a clean, structured, manicured outdoor environment?
Or are you ok getting a little dirty in the rugged great outdoors?