Hit the Beach!. Harriet Castor

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      “I brought a puzzle book but it’s in my suitcase,” said Lyndz. Our suitcases were packed in a big compartment at the bottom of the coach.

      As it turned out, though, we were far too excited to settle to reading anything. Instead, we played I-spy and scissors-paper-stone and took turns at trying on Fliss’s new sunglasses.

      “Andy says they make me look like a film star,” said Fliss.

      “Who? Tom Cruise?” I said, and she boffed me with the magazine.

      It was a seriously long journey. After a few hours, we stopped at a picnic area and ate our sandwiches. Then it was back on to the stuffy coach. Frankie asked if the driver could put his radio on, and he said yes – way cool! When Will Young came on all the girls sang along (yep, even me!) while all the boys made sicky noises. It was hilarious.

      “I can see the sea!”

      Simon Baxter had been saying that for hours, every time there was something sparkly in the distance. The first time he said it we hadn’t even left Leicestershire, I reckon, which is about as far from the sea as you can get.

      This time, though, Frankie nudged me in the ribs. “Hey – he’s right!” she said, jabbing her finger on the window.