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I need a dragon. A proper one. We’ve always lived by the sea, and when my kids were little, the absolute worst part of a beach day wasn’t the suncream in their eyes or the seagulls nicking our chips — it was getting the bloody sand off. They’d be tired, sun-kissed, covered head to toe in salty grit, and just wanted to go home. Local mums swore by talc, but it’s awful for little lungs — so I made my own product. It took years to get it right. But I kept tweaking it, and over time it just got better and better. Last summer I finally made it sprayable — and that changed everything. It’s fun for kids, gentle on the skin, and totally mess-free. I even found a brilliant refillable sprayer that uses a simple pump — no aerosols, no nasties, and people could just buy cheaper refills when they run out. So it’s better for the planet and your purse. For years, people have told me to sell it. Last summer I tested packaging and started handing it out. I had strangers coming up to me on the beach asking where I bought it. A few mums with sobbing, sandy kids gave it a go — and within seconds, the crying stopped. The kids were laughing. One mum called it “bloody magic.” I’ve even got videos I can send over. It’s natural, safe, and skin and lung friendly. Amazing for neurodivergent kids who get overstimulated or hate being wiped down. No rubbing. No yelling. No dads kicking off about sand in the car. The name and formula are registered. There’s nothing like it on the market. In the world. But I’ve hit a wall. Funding. Red tape. All the boring but necessary stuff. This could be huge. Every country has a coastline. Every parent knows this struggle. I should be a gazillionaire. So… anyone know a dragon? Because I’d rather have a slice of something brilliant than 100% of nothing sitting in my kitchen cupboard.