t was the end of the Summer Term. We had finally got through the hateful GCSE Exams, and now we had nearly two months of total freedom. We knew that we had to come up with some pretty good ideas that would keep our minds of that awful day of the exam results. We decided that there could be no better idea than to go to Shell Island! I also agreed, until it came to the last few days running up to the trip when I found out that all the girls had dropped out. It was going to be me…..and the boys.

Also, the weather man had told us that it was going to rain all weekend and we had heard that good weather was needed on Shell Island as there was nothing there other than grass, water, (the sea), and the sand.

          So, the gang, myself (Beth), Rob, Ross the two Chris’s and Molly the dog packed our woolly jumpers and the camp stove and set out on the road with Rob and Chris’s sisters in the driving seats. The journey was reasonably successful with only one wrong turn, and the other good bit of news was that as we travelled further and further we could see less and less clouds in the sky.

         

The first argument that occurred on the trip happened on immediate arrival. Everyone had different opinions on where we should pitch the tents which I thought was a great start. Eventually, (after about an Hour), we found the perfect spot. It was sheltered from the centre of the Island, but still wasn’t too far from the toilets. This part I was very worried about because I didn’t particularly want to have to walk ten minutes every time I needed the toilet especially if it was in the middle of the night. 

 

 

 

 

Although I enjoyed the whole weekend immensely there were two parts of it that stuck in my mind more than any other time. Firstly, was the weather. We could not have asked for more sunshine. You may think that we took those pictures out of a holiday brochure, but actually they are pictures of us in Shell Island. The weather was glorious and we spent the whole of the time from twelve o’clock (which is the time that we managed to get up), to at least half past five in the sand dunes or in the sea. Most of us actually got burnt, and were in pain for a week after the holiday.

The second part of the holiday that stuck in my mind for along time after was the food that we ate and actually survived on for the weekend. We took it turns to do the cooking. I think that the best meal was Chrissy B’s pasta. By the time it was cooked all the water had disappeared and in its place was a thick, white slushy liquid. If you don’t believe me take a look at the picture below!

 

Of course there were other memorable events that we enjoyed. For example the nights that we spent around the camp fire on the beach drinking beer and eating marshmallows.

Overall we all really enjoyed the trip and can’t wait to go again next year, but I think we’ll leave out Chris’ cooking!