An ancestor

That experience will stay in my head forever. I was spending a few days in a caravan site near the seaside. It was where my family used to visit when I was younger but I haven’t been back in years. In the morning, I went for a jog. There was a brick cottage at the end of the site surrounded with emerald leaves, golden brown sticks, cute cosy caravans and an ice-cream van. Around the place were sweet wrappers, crisp packets and bottles lying on the ground.