Nan's house

For writing we had to write about our holidays and what we did. I wrote about going to my nan's house and playing with my cousins and sister. Enjoy :)

🏠 Nan’s house 🏠

1.Arriving 2. Down the lane  3. Eating feijoas 4. Boil up

The truck slowly pulled up. Mum got out of the car with baby and Carney.  Dogs barked at me as I opened the car door. I strolled to the front door and  slipped off my gumboots. I sauntered into the house and hugged my nan then wandered off to find my cousin. We both hugged and searched around the back of the house to find my other cousins. After our tiny reunion she suggested we go for a stroll to cool off, since the heat was getting warm.

The sun’s heat was mild at first as we trudged down Whiu road towards the river. I offered my cousin a piggy back on the way down. As we arrived, Carney unclipped the gate lock and the metal gate swung back against the tall grass. We all ran down to the river and dipped our feet in the water. The water froze our feet nearly instantly. I climbed up the tree that the rope was attached to and flung it towards Carney. We all dared her to swing on the rope. She refused for a while then after a few minutes of encouragement Carney swung off the rope, landing in the river. She rapidly doggy paddled to the mud and got out. After Carney got dried we noticed the cows coming closer and quickly got our gear and headed for the gate. I closed the gate behind me and slipped my gum boots back on. We all marched back to Nan’s house and noticed a wide feijoa tree in the front yard of the house.

I dashed over to the tree with Carney and my cousins following. I picked a plump juicy one off the ground and ripped it open with my teeth. I squeezed the inside of the feijoa into my mouth until it was all gone then munched out on some more I found on the ground. One by one the feijoas disappeared from the ground. After scoffing down a dozen feijoas nan called us in for lunch.

We all galloped to the bathroom to wash our hands then waited patiently for lunch to be served. Nan had cooked some bacon-bone boil up for lunch with some crunchy watercress, thick doughboys and salivating bacon bones. To wash it all down Nan used her soda stream and made us a lemonade fizzy. We gobbled through our boil up like dogs then rested our stomachs. After a lot of playing Mum and Dad pulled up in the truck and it was time to go home.