Under the nom de guerre 'The Sandanistas,' we melded essential octopodial beingness with classical castlehood. Combined with our astounding ability to move and mold vast acres of sand, we achieved the following stellar results. Sadly, the judges once again voted with their stomachs rather than their hearts. We took second place - done in by an enormous (but primitive) breakfast scene.
If you were wondering what sort of planning goes into an event like this, you can take a peek here.
Photos of last year's stunning entry may be observed here.

Here are a few highlights from down the beach.