I began walking, therefore, in a big curve, seeking some point of vantage and continually looking at the sand.
I shouted above the sudden noise. She looked away from me downhill. The people were coming out of their houses, astonished.
I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.
At first I regarded little but the road before me, and then abruptly my attention was arrested by something that was moving rapidly.