On a sunny, spring Wednesday me and my class drove on a red, tall double-decker bus to a sandy yellow beach. When we arrived safely we nibbled up our appetising lunch and devoured it. However some of the scavenging, mean seagulls ate parts of our yummy, delicious lunch. Quickly, we strolled in the burning, soft sand to dig for cold, sticky sand to make our sandcastles. Minutes later, five by five people, crazily jumped over the high tide waves. After that we got wet sand from the sea and collected some precious sea shells. Some people in my class fell into the freezing, blue sea and after they were soaking wet and dripping water on the sand that was like yellow sugar pieces. Also, we had a messy sandcastle competition and my castle was called Seashell Tipper. If I went there again I would have bought my swimming costume and I would have tried to make a sandcastle out of dry sand. Also, I would have bought an umbrella so I can have some cool shade to relax. The best part was when people were soaking wet and the worst part was that it was too sandy!