You would probably have your fairs and festivals set somewhere in an open field, inside a mall, in the town square or anywhere accessible, right?
One town decides to have a beach festival though, just for the heck of it. Which is really a good idea because people are seemingly more and more depressed with what’s happening with the economy and all the other things.
The event was marked off with a morning swim. Everyone was shivering hard after. I’d reckon anyone would, the water really was below zero. But well, with this and that; the whole lot was more energetic thereafter. People said that the cold water also improves your memory. I guess there was some help then, even if the side effect would be a small cold after.
There was a grill party come noon, when everyone decided to just lounge around in the sun to warm themselves up and gain a nice, healthy tan. The air smelled of fish, meat, and lemon-spiced vegetables; courtesy of the townsmen. Well, officially, I was just a visitor and I did not give any contributions to the whole affair, so it pretty much was just a sit in for me and I had settled to just eating my packed lunch of waffles.
Afternoon was when the place was suddenly filled with kiosks. The other people began selling beach accessories, towels, and some light snacks. I had chosen to buy one, a small bracelet for my gran-gran. It had pretty shells in it. I know she’ll love it.
That night (the people were quite adamant to go through with the festival), everyone slowly settled down and simply relaxed, having a star gazing event because the stars weren’t really visible when in the city. We were surprised when there was a fireworks festival thereafter. I guess the town had a bit of something to squeeze in with the meager budget.
Perhaps there would be another one next year.