My family and I live in a holiday camp.
It’s nice and relaxing there.
There’s a community of friendly people.
They care about us.
There’s no clothes to worry about.
We enjoy it here.
The camp is located near the beach.
We love to hear the waves splashing.
I love this peaceful place.
Not as much as I love my family.
We play in the back garden of our holiday home.
We play croquet and hide and seek.
When we play Tag, it’s the most fun.
One touch, and he or she is it!
I love playing games with my siblings.
We also love playing on the beach.
Muffin and Bingo make sandcastles.
I play with my cousin Six.
The grownups relax in deckchairs.
Aaaaahh, this is the life.
We love it away from work.
We’re so happy here.
We go swimming in the sea.
Luella teaches Socks how to swim.
We splash each other, laughing wildly.
Especially Luke, Resus, Cleo and me.
We are connected to the sea.
The sea is our birthplace.
We own the sea.
That’s the priority of our family.
When we’re tired, we fall asleep.
Asleep on the gold, smooth sand.
It feels peaceful when sleeping on the beach.
Your mind is at rest with nature.
You’re with people who love you.
You’re in a relaxing, supportive environment.
So is your family.
It is a quiet, friendly holiday camp.
Most holiday camps are gruelling and noisy.
Not this one.
It’s a sanctuary for families like us.
I feel like I’m at rest here.
Especially when it’s time for bed.
We enjoy hot cocoa in front of the fire.
We have a nice, warm bath.
We brush our teeth.
We climb into our shared bed.
It’s so comfortable.
Snuggling under the covers, we fall fast asleep.
The stars above us shine like diamonds.
Night falls over the camp.
The parents say their prayers.
“We are proud to be together,
No matter what they say,
Forever we will stand as one
And on the beach we’ll play.”
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