The beach is my favourite place to be. If I had the chance I would live right there on the sand. It’s an exhilarating experience being at the edge of the water, feeling it lap at your feet, as you smell the salty air rush at your face, whipping your hair around our head so that you look almost wild. I love the way my hair smells like the beach long after I have left.
 There is one particular beach in Tenby that I found while holidaying there. Having made friends during the first few days of my holiday – Lauren: little miss popular and very glamorous. James: a very handsome, music loving, surfer type. Sarah: shy, petite and really intelligent, and Lindsay, who was very down to earth, always smiling and very adventurous - we spent most of our time at this beach together. It was a secluded beach, surrounded by the most beautiful chalky cliffs with lush green grass running along the top of them. We would lounge around on the sand enjoying the sun, explore the many caves and rock pools, and body board on the rough waves. We really let ourselves go, it was as if we were free of any inhibitions.
 The gorgeous weather carried on from the days to the nights, and so taking advantage of this, we decided to have a midnight barbecue on the beach. We set up on the beach early in the evening, and worked up our appetite by body boarding until the sun began to set. As we walked up the beach to our things, I turned around to look at the sea and noticed the sun setting. It was burning orange, illuminating the grey sky. It looked as if it were lowering itself into the sea, sending its glow along the smooth deep blue surface. Small waves lapped against the rocks, and their tips twinkled like the stars that were beginning to emerge in the evening sky.
 As we sat around the glowing coals of the barbecue, we chatted about our friends back home, and about ourselves. We wrapped blankets around our shoulders, shielding ourselves from the sea breeze, huddling closer to the small flames that were flickering and spitting, hungrily gobbling up the driftwood we had laid down for them. As we chatted we gazed out to the sea, pointing out the silhouettes of ships passing in the night. The moon illuminated the surrounding cliffs, making their dull grey colour glow a brilliant white.
 After a burnt sausage and stale bun meal, we took a walk along the beach, letting our toes dig deep into the soft wet sand. As we walked, I pulled my jumper around me feeling its warmth. It smelled of burning wood, mixed with the smell of salt from my tousled hair. As we walked along the edge of the sea we came across a few unlucky jellyfish that had washed ashore and dried out. They were curious yet beautiful. I couldn’t resist touching one, and it felt cold and clammy against my fingers. Touching didn’t seem enough to satisfy our curiosity, and so we stretched it out to see its full size. It’s amazing how something so big can swim unnoticed in the sea. We stood in silence for a while, just admiring the sight before us. It seemed as if we were all thinking the same thing as we looked at one another and shrugged off our jumpers, running into the sea as fast as we could. It was as if we had waded into a pool of ink. The water was dark and mysterious, and yet almost welcoming. It was only when we emerged from the water later that evening that we noticed how cold it had been. We sat shivering around our fire, huddled together for warmth. As the fire began to die down we all lay back on our blankets, looking at the sky lit up by a million stars. We didn’t leave the beach until the sun began to rise the next morning, and our fire was just ash amongst the sand.
 That’s what I love about the beach, you can do anything because the sea keeps your secrets, and the memories are exactly where I want them. All I have to do is close my eyes.