Angie Baccus, Pennant 787

As I stand, I see a string of lights leading to a green and cream freshly painted building decorated with colourful, ornate windows where people come to play ten pin and drink tea. Towards the rear of the building the walls are topped with curves. Each side of the building stand two towers, one each side like soldiers on guard. The building stands on pillars with grass and mounds of grassy hair. Seagulls swooping and gliding past. I pan around to see stretches of golden brown, a carpet of sand showing the footprints of people who have walked by. This carpet leads to a pale, silvery grey sea that blends in the distance to a silvery grey, cloudy sky that appears to go on forever. The sound of seagulls calling, as if they are laughing at jokes or the people below. Families chatting and giggling, enjoying life. Dogs barking whilst their owners chat.