Black sand, burns your feet in summer, dries to a crunchy biscuit crust, piles up in the crutch of your togs, gets everywhere.
Surf! Sounds like a war going on out there in the night – pounding cannons, rifle cracks, explosions.
Benign days. Turquoise, glistening sea. Heat vibrating off the beach. Chips, milkshakes, sun umbrellas.
Cool nights, dark mysterious bush, the milky way – you can almost touch it.
Sunsets – orange, pink, red, purple, the green flash – ever seen it?
Life savers, boaties, clubbies’ rule in green, black and red.