Thanks for that, David.
The location is a trek up steep sand dunes at a seaside resort, Strandhill, a few miles from where I live in the West of Ireland. In the old days, before coastal erosion and the wind did their work, people went up these dunes along this route (and others). I hadn't been there since I was a kid and ventured it the other week. That's where I got the title for the image which, in retrospect, probably wouldn't make any sense to somebody who doesn't know the place.
In answer to your question about confusion: no, I certainly didn't set out to confuse - but that doesn't mean I wasn't confused myself when I posted this. When it comes to judging my own work, I am frequently confused anyway! This may be a case of me confusing nostalgia with content. I'd love to know what others think.
Incidentally, this is what the place looked like the day before, when the wind was blowing strongly and the sand was racing across the landscape. No place to bring a camera, you may think! On the left, about a third into the frame, you may be able to make out the start of 'the lonesome trail' I referred to. It meanders up the incline and eventually brings you to where I took the first shot, the next day.
Maybe I should have stayed at beach level. Maybe I should have stood in bed. Maybe I should get my head examined for going there in the first place. The good news is that the camera is intact.