Once we got to the reserve I rushed down to the new and improved sandy beach and dipped my feet into the water. It was nice and cold. I wished I had my togs with me.
Running over to the clay rock I started scraping it. Soon I had enough clay to make a pot. As I shaped the clay my hands kept getting dirtier and dirtier.
I had lots of fun at the picnic. It was very tiring though.
