for the next few hours the carriage moved slowly past trees, fields, a few houses, and tractors. it also moved slowly other carriages carrying tourists. they sew small beaches, rocks on the coast and black holes, which richard said were caves. they went from Derrible Bay to Dixcart Bay, and then past a large golden beach at La Grand Greve. the adults talked about the countryside and about towns,and rubel mcintyre told richard about her job as an environmental officer.
"i think that birmingham could learn something from sark," she said.
"well, why don't you start by getting rid of all the cars and telling everyone to buy a horse?" said richard.
And they all laughed except for fizza, who was beginning to feel sick at the back of the carriage.
They continued their trip.
"if you don't care, i'd like to go to the Venus Pool. it's a beautiful little beach where my son like fishing. Hopefully we'll see him."
As they arrived at a small beach, they saw a tall boy wearing jeans, a white T-shirt, a blue baseball cap, and on shoes. He was sitting on a rock beside a pile of large silver fish.
"Hey, fletcher!" called richard.
"Any luck?"
"Yes! i caught six big ones!"
"Great! Do you want a ride?"
Without another word, the boy climbed down off the rock,