Since last summer I take a rake with me to the sandy beaches in Malta. It takes a few minutes but eases my worries about all the crap that people leave for mother nature (and our feet) to digest.
The beach was full of old as well as fresh sharp shards of glass. I cleared the area around us to avoid any nasty accidents and Ean always wears swimming shoes when walking around. All other kids sat right in the dodgy sand and didn’t have anything on their feet and that’s scary as what.