Going to the seaside is fun, the smells the sounds as it sets nearer. Seagull’s screech overhead and people milling about in all directions.
The sea washes up the shandy and stony shore in its relentless nature, the sand and sea between your toes and the sandcastles that are built to jold back the sea in hours of endless fun.
I leave making sure that I leave my mark and depart, with sticky sand still between my toes and an ice cream in one hand. I love the seaside.