Oh I do like to be beside the seaside

I do like to be beside the seaside

Seaside senses ipsum. I see games being played. I love the sandy sandwiches. I hear the laughing of children. My fingers trace shapes in the sand. I like the smell of salt on the wind. I hear waves crashing on the rocks. I love the fizzy bubbles in the cold coke. My fingers trace patterns in the cold water. I see surfers riding the waves. My fingers trace the sharp barnacles. I love the sandy sandwiches.

I see red sun-bathers. My fingers trace the smoothed lump of driftwood. I love the freshness of fish and chips on the beach. I see toddlers finding shells. I like the smell of boat engines. My fingers trace suncream patterns on my skin. I love the sweetness of ice cream. I hear the laughing of children.

I love the sandy sandwiches. I like the smell of the neoprene of wetsuits. My fingers trace shapes in the sand. I like the smell of suncream. I hear people talking. I see tiny fish in rock pools. I like the smell of seaweed. I see kites flying. I like the smell of fresh doughnuts. I love the sugary fluff of candy floss. I see games being played. I like the smell of salt on the wind.

I see red sun-bathers. I hear boat masts clanking. I see surfers riding the waves. My fingers trace lines in my sandcastle. I like the smell of suncream. My fingers trace suncream patterns on my skin.

I like the smell of fresh doughnuts. I love the sandy sandwiches. I see paddle-boarders falling into the water. I love the tang of a citrus ice lolly. I hear yells of delight. I see red sun-bathers. I hear the screeching of seagulls. My fingers trace the rough rocks. I like the smell of vinegar on chips. I love the hot chocolate on a cool day.