It's a curiosity, but there's this vast vast area of fine sand just inland at Lancelin. It's a landscape that is completely different from the mundane streets and houses that you pass by one minute before you reach the dunes.
Suddenly, you're accosted with mountains and mountains of shifting sand. It's a sunny day. The sun is sunny but the wind is chilly. The sand, fine like flour, is cold, falling through your fingers.