Travel Writing

My heels slowly sunk into the soft slope as I gradually climbed higher. Surrounding me was an ocean of sand, making it difficult to trek to the velvety summit. Identical grains worked together to create an unbroken sheet of gold that continued for miles. 

I was trekking up the tallest sand dune in Europe, the Dune Du Pilat. Behind me was a mass of bottle green trees; contrasting against the rich sand in front of me. Diversely, on the other side of the dune the colours of the sea and sky blended together like paint. Stood at the top it was hard to comprehend the amount of grains below my feet that stretched across the extensive dune. 

Going to the dune was a must for our holiday, so despite the blustery weather we were determined to spend the last day looking out at sand, forest and sea. However, once we had trekked to the top it seemed as if the harsh wind had faded to a refreshing breeze cooling us down after the strenuous hike. Because of the wind it seemed as if we were the only other people on the dune making the stretch of the sand seem never ending.

Avoiding the stairs we all chose to retreat from the dunes using both the quickest and funnest way - sliding. Behind all fifteen of us an avalanche of sand came crashing down, encouraging us to reach the bottom faster.