Beach trip

[xenith]

You know how when you went to the beach as a kid it never rained, the sky was bright blue and the water was turquoise. The long stretches of beach were mostly empty of people, but strewn with so shells, pretty stones and other treasures you couldn't pick them all up. And the waves as they came in would rise and rise, so even at the parent-approved depth of mid-thigh level they'd break over your shoulder or over your head, and if you placed yourself right, you'd be carried right up to the shallows. But if you misjudged a wave, you'd find water under your feet and foam around your head, and a horrifying moment where you weren't sure which way up you should be.

Then you grew up, and beaches become less interesting, invariable busy and going into the water meant standing there, jumping over small waves so you wouldn't get wet all over. And you knew those remembered wonderful beach trips from childhood were really just the best bits from various trips over the years.


Have I ever mentioned we often visited Weymouth, a little resort town on the north coast?



























Photos don't do it justice, particularly the waves. I'm not sure what is different about them to what I've become used to, but when I saw the surf I want "Oh" and "Oooh" and "Hurry up". I was only knocked over once too.

Comments

[capnoblivious.livejournal.com]

:)

[flinthart.livejournal.com]

Monissa! What are you doing? You NEVER, EVER, tell the mainlanders about Tasmanian beaches. They think that THEY are the only ones with decent beaches - and we NEVER disillusion them, because they might start coming down here to live and then the beaches HERE would be full of annoying mainlanders.

Honestly, woman. Next you'll be letting on about the fabulous climate, the brilliant food, the astonishing scenery, the beautiful clean air, the water, the artists, musicians, writers, markets... you just can't DO that.

Repeat after me: "Tasmania? Oh, no. I didn't like it. Cold, wet and full of rednecks."