Ayan from Rm 9 wrote this wonderful descriptive narrative about his Cornwallis trip.  Well done Ayan👏👍

Nnnnn was the sound the shaky, old Kiwi coach made as it drove down the narrow winding road to the West Auckland beach called Cornwallis.  The bus stopped at a little rocky parking near a little rocky path.  My face lit up with excitement as I saw the crisp golden sand and the smooth vast turquoise waves come into view.  I spun around and around looking at all of the beautiful bushes and trees.  We were put into little groups and our teachers said our first activity was swimming.