Sandman of the Sand was about as close as I got to finding Mr Right. He insisted on wearing my sun hat as well to block out any harmful rays. He looks quite comfortable buried in the sand, probably has a very stressful high profile banking job in New York Wall Street by the looks of him and is badly in need of some R and R, poor wee lamb. At least he looks happy today and he can forget about the sub prime mortgage crisis and his bank loosing $15bn in one quarter, for a few hours while he soaks up the sun, protected by my trusty hat.