My holiday.

I stepped out of the hot searing car to see the vast ocean before me. The salty air buffets my face softly, I walked to the boot of the car and pick up the picnic blanket I turn to go down the grassy ramp to the slopped steppes I traveled down the mud covered steps I stepped on to the beach the sand was a blanket under my feet. The sun Shone down and the heat washed over me.

I walk over to the sea the cold water laps my feat I travel along the sea edge until I see a cave to escape the heat in I plod up to it and slump down on the cold wet pebbles. I wait for the others to catch up to me. I see that the cave is chipped and chunks broken off leaving sharp jiggered edges.

The others arrive and we eat I venture further along the beach until I arrive at the a small rock with quartz veins all over it there are no stones to dig it up with so I rake my hands over the sand slowly and pain fully I dig up the rock I find the bolder is from my hand to my elbow thick and an arm’s length long I see two fractures in the stone from the top to the bottom

I travel along the beach I find two large stones on the beach I carry both of the large stones to the bolder I wait for my arm’s to rejuvenate there energy I then lift the large stone above my head I bring it down on to the other stone it breaks down the crack I do the same to the other stone down on it as well I lob it up the steppes to the car and leave.