Oh I do like to be beside the seaside

I do like to be beside the seaside

Seaside senses ipsum. I like the smell of salt on the wind. I see toddlers finding shells. I like the smell of suncream. I love the freshness of fish and chips on the beach. My fingers trace the rough rocks. I like the smell of seaweed.

My fingers trace shapes in the sand. I see people crabbing. I love the hot chocolate on a cool day. My fingers trace lines in my sandcastle. I see babies splashing. My fingers trace the rough rocks. I love the sugary fluff of candy floss. I like the smell of salt on the wind. I see games being played. I like the smell of seaweed.

I hear windbreaks flapping. I see surfers riding the waves. I hear the laughing of children. My fingers trace suncream patterns on my skin. I love the hot chocolate on a cool day. I see boats bobbing up and down. I hear boat masts clanking. My fingers trace the warm sand. I see sun sparkling off the water. I love the sweetness of ice cream. My fingers trace the sharp barnacles.

I like the smell of boat engines. I love the sugary fluff of candy floss. I like the smell of suncream. I see paddle-boarders falling into the water. I hear people talking. My fingers trace lines in my sandcastle. I love the sandy sandwiches. My fingers trace shapes in the sand. I like the smell of seaweed.

My fingers trace the warm sand. I like the smell of suncream. My fingers trace the sharp barnacles. I see kites flying. I love the sugary fluff of candy floss. I see games being played. I love the freshness of fish and chips on the beach. I hear the wind in a shell. I see boats bobbing up and down. My fingers trace shapes in the sand.