I was walking down an isolated beach with sand that was fine grained, it was golden and some boast white powdery sands. I could smell the electric blue sea. It had a salty smell, and the waves were violent and choppy.  I could hear the echoing sounds of birds in the gloomy grey sky. I took one small step at a time stepping on the bumpy textured shells, and sharp jaggy dry seaweed poking out of the pale white sand, although its only autumn Scottish beaches have some beauty in them like the ones you’d see if you were abroad with Crystal clear blue water that was not freezing cold but warm as soon as you get in. You’d only get that in autumn or summer in Scotland. I looked up into the distance and there were tall and toward sand dunes in the view in the grey clouds. Appearing behind the grey clouds was a vibrant orange sun! I was hoping that it would get a lot sunnier and that the clouds would slowly move. I took a few steps closer to the sea and skimmed the top on my hand, the temperature was mild. That’s because in autumn the water is usually warmer that I would be any other season because the water is still quite warm for summertime.  

It was nearly lunch time; I was quite hungry. On the top of the beach was a fish and chips van, I decided to go get one before it closes. I jogged up, focused my eyes on the menu, I ordered a box of salty chips and a water and that on the bench and watch the View whilst I was eating my very hot smoky chips.