“It winds down like our tower staircase!” said Mike. “Isn’t it a steep cliff - and I say, just look at the colour of the sea! I’ve never seen such a blue.”
The sun was sinking in the west. To the east the sea was deep blue and calm. To the west it was full of a dancing golden light. The children laughed for joy and jumped down the last steps to the golden sand. It was studded with shells of all sorts.
“I’ll be able to make a fine collection of shells,” said Mike, who loved to make collections of all kinds of things.
“I say! Look at those caves!” suddenly said Jack, and he pointed to the cliff behind them. The others looked. They saw big and small holes in the cliffs.
“Let’s go and see them,” said Nora. She ran up to the cliff and peered inside one cave.
“Oooh!” she said. “It’s cold and dark in there.” She was right. It was. The sunshine could not get inside the deep caves, and they felt damp and mysterious.
“I wonder how far they go back,” said Mike. “It would be fun to bring a torch and see.”
“We’ll do that one day,” said Peggy. “Now what about a paddle? Come on!”
They took off their sandals and splashed into the water. It was warm. They danced about in glee, and played ‘catch’ in the water. Nora fell over and wetted her frock.
Peggy squeezed it out, and then looked at her watch.