The wonders of the world;

calm waves rippling against the shore; a vast mass of salt and blue nothingness crashing vigorously against the looming rocks.

Brown, musty caves, filled to the brim with dangling stalactites.

A giraffe, majestically reaching its head to the treetops, to feast on a meal of leaves and ferns, spotted with specks of brown and yellow.

Towering ice; as jagged as a silver knife- being ruthlessly melted in the vicious rays of the sun.

And a plate of fish and chips for tea, greasy and smothered in ketchup.

Harry smiled as he sat down to lunch.