On our holiday I watched the waves at the back beach with Grandma and we ran away together when they got too close (but sometimes we got our feet wet on purpose). I didn't like the front beach at first because I was scared of the "dirty bit". But then I was playing with my fishing rod that Aunty Ferg made me and I figured lots of fish must be hiding in that seaweed and look how brave I got!
Aunty Ferg made me another fishing rod the next day to take out on the old sea wall (and in the water too).
And no holiday would be complete without some swinging, complete with laughing splashy landings!
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