You see people on the shore if you lay on the sand with you eyes clous you can here people play and tork and the rusall of the sea going out and coming in soon the wind coming wery fast I feal a shiver on my back the sun hase go behind the couldes evry on starst to go I don't mind stormes it becam very windy and cold I put my towe round me and lay very still looking at the couldes
- 'Rose Jameson', 1964