Твір на тему "my last journey". бажано, щоб описувалась поїздка в італію, францію або великобританію. іть, будь ласка, бо фантазії взагалі не хватає)

Last time I went on a walking tour was this summer. My friends and I decided to go and find some picturesque place on the bank of the Seversky Donets. You know there is a fine pinewood on its banks. So we took all necessary things for sleeping and cooking meals with us. We chose a route of our journey and planned our trip. Our rucksacks were rather heavy, but this fact didn’t spoil our journey. As it was a walking tour we got to the place on foot. We set out early in the morning, the weather was perfect, and we enjoyed the freshness of the air and the silence of the morning. There were some clouds in the sky but soon the wind took them away. We stopped at some fine grove not far from the river. But as there are always a lot of mosquitos at the river — not too close to it. All day long the sun was shining brightly, and we sunbathed and swam in the river, played volleyball and football. Our first meal in the open air was unusual — it was a bit burnt — but we didn’t pay much attention to it. In the evening we made a fire and sang different songs. One of my friends plays the guitar, and he accompanied us. As soon as we got into our sleeping bags «we were fast asleep. Early in the morning one of us went fishing. Some time later we heard a tremendous splash. We all ran to the river to see what had happened. Our friend saw a huge fish and wanted to catch it with his hands, but fell into the water. We all laughed, and that was the end of his fishing. The day was not sunny, so we just hired a boat and ran it down the river. We saw a lot of beautiful places, and the nature was magnificent. It was time we went home, but no one wanted to leave. It was an unforgettable journey.