Living by The Beach

At the Beach

I walked to the beach for a swim on the Australia Day long week-end: it was so good.

My father lived in Randwick, and  he told me that from the time he could swim until he left home to join up, he went swimming at Coogee Beach every day of his life.

That’s Coogee up there, in about 1955.

It’s good to have a pool: to be able to have a quick (or long) swim whenever you want.

It’s pretty consistently good.

You can go to the beach, and the wind can be too strong.  Or the surf can be too rough.  Or there can be stingers in the water. Or there can be stacks of seaweed.  Or a lot of other things.

But a good day at the beach, with the weather just fine, with the waves just right, with clear blue water and soft white sand, is magic.


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