Topic: A hut in the sand

[piersdad]

 Raining again, it’s been raining all night and the wind is so strong the sea is too rough and cold to swim in. 
We were camping beside the seaside and after some lovely summer days digging in the soft sand, swimming and sun bathing now it was wet and miserable.
Even the gulls were making inland to find shelter.

During a lull in the rain my brothers and I went to the beach and wondered what interesting things we could do today. 

I dug in the sand hill just above the high tide mark, the cold wind was whistling in from the sea, I found that a small hollow in the sand would make a warm spot to sit in and watch the wild waves breaking as far as half a kilometre out to sea.

Soon my brothers joined me and there followed a competitive digging in the sand to make the best wind break for the three of us to enjoy.
Soon the wall of sand in front was sufficient to shelter us but the height was difficult to maintain due to the howling gale.

So we just dug deeper in the sand and soon we had a lovely   hole in the sand behind which we sheltered from the wind.
The sun shone from time to time and really it was actually quite pleasant to sit in the hollow and discuss the adventures we might get up to next day.

The sun disappeared at mid morning and there was rain coming our way when we decided to put some sort of roof over the deep hole and we could still stay outside and keep dry.
A quick beach comb and a large hole in the ground was soon covered in sticks and seaweed so that it was now a lovely sheltered underground hut.
Heaps more sea weed and then sand was placed on the top and it was now actually water proof.

As we sheltered in our lovely hut we decided that all huts had to have a fire place and so a further digging spell and a tunnel was dug under the sand to an exit a short way from the side if the hut.
Soon we had found enough dry wood to make a fire;    the hut was warm and cosy.
Wow! Our very own hut, from the outside it just looked like a pile of sandy seaweed.

Soon my brother pointed out that all real huts have to have an oven to cook things in, so a further beach comb and we found some asbestos sheet just the right size.
 The fire was rearranged so that the   asbestos sheet was now underneath the fire with a hollow  to form an oven.

It was lunch time by now and the fire was blazing away nicely on top of the sheet of asbestos.
That’s when dad came down to the sea shore to find out where the boys were all morning and call us for lunch.
He surveyed the sea shore and, nothing, no boys, just a wet expanse of wind blown sand and seaweed.

“Ok you boys lunch time”
Shh don’t say anything I said to my brothers.
“Better put the fire out as dad will see the smoke” said one of my brothers.
Suddenly there was a loud bang as the wet asbestos sheet exploded and the hut filled with sand and smoke.   
As one person we all stood up pushing the fragile roof upwards and we all appeared out from a patch of sand.
And astounded father related later.

“I went down to the seaside to call the boys and just as I called them the sand in front of me burst open and three boys appeared in a great puff of smoke”


Postet at: January 08, 2006, 08:55:42 AMjust edited some spelling errors

[Spaced out]

 Great story, PD!

You sure had a good time with your brothers!