Docking

In 2014 on a fine september morning Grace, Dad, Ben, Woolley,and I were on our way to benedale
for three exhausting long days to dock.

 We woke up to the glint,of the early morning sun. As bacon sizzled in the hot pan,  Grace and myself loaded the heavy barrels on to the truck. As sown as we had dun that, we headed off to work.

The day started of niss because every one helped, first of I was spraying .then the sun hit me, rays rost my skin as sweat streamed off my face i try to carry on but the going got tough.This is what happened over all three of the tiring  days at work.

It was a well worth it, and it was a fun three days.