“Sorry, son, but we're not going away on holiday this summer. I know you love the beach… but your mum's got extra hours at work and there's trouble with the trains!”
Noah tried to hide his disappointment.
“Don't worry, you can still have fun playing!”
When they got home, Noah went outside and climbed into the treehouse. Auntie Sandra and her friend Jez had built it last summer out of bits of wood Noah found in the shed.
He leaned on the windowsill and thought of all the things he would miss about going on holiday. Driving to the coast and singing songs on the way. Seeing grandad and staying in his caravan. Eating ice cream
