At Two Sits

We went to Semaphore today, for a picnic. We sat in the sandhills eating rolls. Half way between us and the sea a small brown dog escaped from its woman and its man. It ran after a seagull. The woman shouted Robby! The man jumped up. I didn't know if he was Robby, or the dog. The seagull flew away. The dog ran back. They failed to catch it. Eventually it let them. The man placed the dog on the woman's back. It fell off. They played some more with the dog, in a surprisingly clumsy way.

We walked towards the Largs jetty. There was a cool breeze and a hot sun. It was scenic and nice. There were boats and people, dogs. A sand man, made of sand. Seaweed, tidal pools and gulls. Under the jetty someone had hung three arty beachbags from a horizontal beam, and left a pair of pretty high heels in the shade.

We sat down in the sandhills. A little boy came past, with his grandad. They had a model plane and a multi-coloured kite. The little boy threw the plane up into the breeze. It swooped and bombed. He tried again, without much luck.The grandad assembled the kite. Together they attached the strings. They backed away from the kite towards the sea. A gust of wind took it up. The grandad was controlling both the strings but the little boy was holding one as well so the grandad's job was tricky.

The little boy's mum, grandma and older brother arrived on the beach. The brother played with the model plane. Then the kite bombed into the sand. The grandma ran towards it, then she stopped. The brother said, I'll get it! He held it up. Other way! yelled grandad. The brother twisted the kite round and held it above his head at an awkward angle . The wind took it and grandad jerked the string. The kite took off. The brother shouted, Mum! Look how high I made it go!