A lovely poem... by Elizabeth Bishop. https://faculty.arts.ubc.ca/kmcneill/BISHOP.HTM The beach hisses like fat, On his left, a sheet of interrupting water comes and goes and glazes over his dark and brittle feet. He runs, he runs straight through it, watching his toes. -- Watching, rather, the spaces of sand between them, where (no detail too small) the Atlantic drains rapidly backwards and downwards. As he runs, he stares at the dragging grains.
A blog to provide ideas on teaching LANDSCAPES & provide support for the GA KS3 Teachers' Toolkit publication of the same name