A snapshot of a British summer holiday...
First there are the sounds. Lawnmowers. Planes. Flying machines with
wings. Mechanic birds of prey. Whether they're jets or the plain white kites
from British airlines, they dominate
during the holiday season.
Then there’s the weather. As we know, in Britain, it can either lash down with rain in this blessed time of year or the sun can pay a visit - a visit begged for by the citizens of Britain, who crave even a single ray of sunlight to stream across their back gardens. Regardless of the unreliability of the climate at home, summer is seen as a time for beaches, touring countries and partying.
Beaches are a strange phenomenon. Thousands of people sat on overcrowded, sweaty shores, where beach balls and shuttlecocks from nearby activities try their best to ruin your attempts to sunbathe and lounge. Where high breezes and winds scattering the coasts blow away your over-coloured and over-excited towels and umbrellas into the neighbour’s patch. Even the smaller things such as picnics are wrecked by the grains of sand making a never-ending appearance in your sandwiches.
And what about a swim the murky realms of salt and seaweed, aka: the Sea. As well as the pure agony of temperature if you fall in the British sea, the taste is so vile it's difficult not to gag and possibly vomit at the jolt of brine and misery, leaving a depressing and scarring aftertaste.
But there are even bigger hazards on the shoreline, invading and thieving from their bases up above, sneaking up like winged ninjas, yes. It's the time where seagulls disturb the peace of mind and steal our savouries. Sounds like a great day to me!
Of course, you could leave these isles and roam freely abroad, dressed as you never normally would at home - let's face it, who would want to see those hibiscus shirts and wide-rimmed sunhats, with your newly bought cropped trousers?
Cameras are never lacking this season; tourists litter the hot spots and heritage sites like desperate paparazzi, they even make the locals feel like celebrities walking through the red carpet littered with packets, newspapers and boxes from left over meals and picnics.
But there's something that none of the seasons possess other than summer, the feel of freedom, combined with the relief that there's a new year ahead, and that's just to the school pupils. Holidays are booked; events are planned, and activities await. As well as the overall excitement for this season. The sunshine and gentle breezes draw us on. We cross our fingers so much that it doesn't rain that they're practically knotted by the time summer does come. Why worry? Even if it rains, there's a part of us that will enjoy what we get, whether it be communions of families and friends, or maybe a perfect holiday or day out. These are the times for making memories that'll live with us until we die.
Lauren Smith
Then there’s the weather. As we know, in Britain, it can either lash down with rain in this blessed time of year or the sun can pay a visit - a visit begged for by the citizens of Britain, who crave even a single ray of sunlight to stream across their back gardens. Regardless of the unreliability of the climate at home, summer is seen as a time for beaches, touring countries and partying.
Beaches are a strange phenomenon. Thousands of people sat on overcrowded, sweaty shores, where beach balls and shuttlecocks from nearby activities try their best to ruin your attempts to sunbathe and lounge. Where high breezes and winds scattering the coasts blow away your over-coloured and over-excited towels and umbrellas into the neighbour’s patch. Even the smaller things such as picnics are wrecked by the grains of sand making a never-ending appearance in your sandwiches.
And what about a swim the murky realms of salt and seaweed, aka: the Sea. As well as the pure agony of temperature if you fall in the British sea, the taste is so vile it's difficult not to gag and possibly vomit at the jolt of brine and misery, leaving a depressing and scarring aftertaste.
But there are even bigger hazards on the shoreline, invading and thieving from their bases up above, sneaking up like winged ninjas, yes. It's the time where seagulls disturb the peace of mind and steal our savouries. Sounds like a great day to me!
Of course, you could leave these isles and roam freely abroad, dressed as you never normally would at home - let's face it, who would want to see those hibiscus shirts and wide-rimmed sunhats, with your newly bought cropped trousers?
Cameras are never lacking this season; tourists litter the hot spots and heritage sites like desperate paparazzi, they even make the locals feel like celebrities walking through the red carpet littered with packets, newspapers and boxes from left over meals and picnics.
But there's something that none of the seasons possess other than summer, the feel of freedom, combined with the relief that there's a new year ahead, and that's just to the school pupils. Holidays are booked; events are planned, and activities await. As well as the overall excitement for this season. The sunshine and gentle breezes draw us on. We cross our fingers so much that it doesn't rain that they're practically knotted by the time summer does come. Why worry? Even if it rains, there's a part of us that will enjoy what we get, whether it be communions of families and friends, or maybe a perfect holiday or day out. These are the times for making memories that'll live with us until we die.
Lauren Smith