Creative

On what I though would be a normal day, I woke up and looked out of the caravan window. To my surprise the sun was beaming down, not a regular occurrence in Cranfield. I done the usual morning requirements, and went for a run with John.
John is not your average human being, for a start he’s ginger, I don’t have anything against gingers but some people may feel it is a major factor in what happened. As we ran along the beach we decided to go water-skiing on the bay, around 11:30am John’s father brought the boat down to the water, and we pushed it into the water. The water was freezing, it tingled the whole way up your back, and made the hairs on the back of your head prickle. There were around 7 Jet Ski’s on the bay and a few boats; many people were out with their nearest and dearest strolling along the dusty sand. As there were so many boats and Jet Ski’s on the bay John’s father sailed over to a bay near Greencastle. I started skiing or tried, I had many weird ...