My Special Place
My special place is Petit Port, a huge beach on Guernsey, the island where my grandparents live. It is accessed by a flight of steep concrete steps built into the side of the cliff; there are about two hundred. At the top of the steps, the whole main beach is visible, the small side-coves hidden by rocks.
Most of Petit Port is filled with golden sand that begins after a rocky section by the concrete staircase. This sand stretches for about 100 metres. The beach is in the shape of a trapezium, with the widest part by the sea. The sand is fine, and the colour of golden syrup.
Dotted by the edge of the beach, near the sea, huge rocks sit surrounded by rockpools. These rockpools are a deep cobalt blue, sometimes stretching to a metre deep. When the seawater touches them, they ripple and undulate for ages before returning to their usual tranquillity. The rocks themselves tower over you, covered in barnacles and shells. Sometimes they are shaped into little channels by the constantly-moving water.
The sea on Petit Port is a shimmering, aquamarine blue that feeds hungrily on the sand. It stretches out with hardly a ripple on its surface. It’s freezing cold, though- its beauty is only for the eye to experience, as it doesn’t taste too good, either. When the tide is in, it covers all of the sand and comes almost up to the steps.
Sunset is the best time to climb down to Petit Port. The tide is out and the redness of the sun leaks out onto the sand, sea and rocks, turning everything crimson and gold. It was at sunset that I first discovered this beach, as I walked my grandparent’s dog and set him loose on the pristine sand.
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