Morocco: 50 Shades of Desert, by Mike Unwin
It’s just a ripple in the sand; a wavy, serpentine line, embroidered on the dune face, as though a child has traced the pattern with a stick. Except there are no children’s tracks here — or, indeed, tracks of any kind. And the line, about eight metres long, is fading as we watch, the wind erasing its contours as surely as an etch-a-sketch drawing.