ONE MORNING LATE this spring, my three-year-old-son and I left our home in Halifax, bound for the family cottage on New Brunswick’s Northumberland Shore. Before we left town, however, I had to make good on a promise I’d made to him: new beach toys. His old set of plastic buckets and shovels was broken, so before leaving the city, we dropped by a dollar store for replacements. We weren’t disappointed. The seasonal onslaught of cheap beach toys was well underway; there was an entire aisle’s worth of plastic buckets, rakes, castle moulds, and sea creatures. Ten dollars later, we set out for the seashore with a set of fun-but-flimsy new toys, sure to be chipped, cracked, and in need of replacement again by summer’s end.
When we arrived, the beach…