Grandpa looked good. His hair was still thick and whiter than ever. He had a high forehead, which made him look distinguished. He was more slumped in the shoulders though. Well, I should have expected that, as he was about eighty years old.
As soon as I’d dumped my bags, I went across to the beach. I sat and wriggled my toes in the sand, watching the waves come in. A big, muscular dog ran up to me, but it only wanted to sniff and play. I patted its head and scratched its ears until its owner called it away. I watched a seagull soaring up high. It seemed to be sailing on the wind. Along the beach two boys flew kites. Higher and higher they climbed as the boys ran and called to each other.
It must be awesome to fly, to feel the wind hold you up, to slide and dip on it like on a rollercoast
