Me, Myself and I

As I lay down onto the golden grains of sand, I looked up to the vibrant yet soothing streaks of colour that had filled the canvas of the sky. The enclosed beach is silent. The bright beautiful sun blinds you. Crashing against the shore, small waves wash onto the land. Untouched golden sand covers the floor as far as your eyes can see. Soothing, a gentle sea breeze rustles through your hair. Abandoned, nothing there apart from a few sea gulls pecking at the rubbish left by yesterday's visitors. Empty crisp wrappers, chocolate wrappers, ice cream papers and half eaten cones scatter the golden sand. Young children stumble onto the moist sand, with small buckets and spades in their hands, they shout and talk in excitement. Damp sand is forced between their toes. Straight away, the young children put on their swimming costumes and are smothered with thick white sun cream, to protect them from the bright sun. Children running towards the shoreline; their parents struggle onto the sand. Sandwiches, cold drinks, towels all bagged up and slung over both shoulders. A hot sea breeze rushed through the visitors hair, as you can stand there and taste the salt in the air because its so strong. Children splashing and screaming, they all make sure that they enjoy their beach experience. Tired, they struggle to keep their young heads above the cold water, relentlessly the kids are dragged out of the water by their parents. They lie out their towels on the damp glistening sand allowing them to take a nap. Now that this is the case the beach is now calm and peaceful.