I peered over the sheer escarpment.
A 60m fall would send anyone to the morgue.
I stepped back from the limestone precipice and the crashing waves below.
The brisk salty morning breeze was just what I needed.
Looking across the stunning scenery, I saw the early rays of light beginning to rise.
Hurriedly, I resumed my expedition down to Tunnel Beach.
The small dark tunnel was illuminated only by torchlight, like a passage to the underworld.
Slippery steps struggled to swallow me down the throat-like tunnel.
My hands begged the slippery walls for support as I took each cautious step into the abyss.
The wet sand on the steps stuck to my shoes, forbidding any traction.
I continued down the deathly slope, fighting to stay up.
Seventy-two steps later I was on the beach.
I kicked off my sneakers and sank my feet into the golden sand.
After slipping between the massive boulders I arrived on the waterfront.
Powerful waves crashed on to the beach, a playful pup flicking water upon the towering cliffs.
With clashing teeth and shaggy jaws, it chewed up the seaweed and spat back on to the shore.
The absence of wind was refreshing as I sat on the enclosed beach, awaiting the imminent sunrise daybreak.
The shimmering golden disk ignited the sky with rays of vibrant yellow, orange and red, bringing warmth to the chilly beach.
I looked up at the magnificent blue dome, flooded with fire and heat, but remained calm and peaceful.
A flock of noisy seagulls squawked overhead. They wheeled and arced, their raucous chirps ringing off the cliffs.
There was a strange beauty to their calls as they soared between the rays of golden light.
With the sun well heightened, it was time to vacate the striking beauty of the beach and return to the depressing battle we call life.
• By Ryan Boult, Year 10, John McGlashan College
