The beach that seems never to end. Wide, long and empty.
Just us, the sand and the huge expanse of unfathomable sea. A soothing calm, and the promise of a big wonderful world somewhere across the horizon, if only we could get there.
A beach whose gentle curves can always be relied on, yet is never ever the same from visit to visit. Slate skies brooding over dunes gouged by winter storms. Windy spring days whipping stinging sand across our ankles. Early morning blue sky summer sunshine warming us as we lay in shallow pools left by the retreating tide. Reading books and sun baking in the hollows of the dunes to escape the cooler breezes of pending autumn.
A childhood spent holidaying in this serene marvel of a place, where there is both nothing and everything to do, inspired a lifelong love for nature, especially in Australia where so often you can have it all to yourself, or nearly.
Grand gestures but, also, the small intricate details – delicately patterned bark, a shoot of green in an impossible place, the fine tracery of a flower that doesn’t seem real, the ingenious style of tiny creatures who build their own shell homes.
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