Whilst on holiday I enjoyed so many things:
The blood red sun which kissed the horizon before disappearing;
The sounds of people chattering at the pavement café tables;
The mouth-watering smells emitting from restaurants;
The feel of the cool sea which washed lovingly over my feet.
The taste of the salt upon my tongue from the sea spray on the pier;
The chatter of the motors which carried small fishing boats out to sea;
The smell of the fish that was caught and sat in boxes by the harbour;
And the taste of the good food we ate as we listened to the band.
The softness of the sand which trickled through my fingers;
The sound of laughter as we passed the Punch and Judy show;
The calls of the seagulls somewhere high in their clifftop home;
The sweet taste of vanilla ice cream that dissolved on my tongue.
The ragged rhythm of dance music emanating from the ballroom;
The awakening to the smell of bacon and eggs cooking in the kitchen.
The appeal of a holiday which delighted every one of my senses
Will be something I’ll carry with me throughout the coming year.
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