My old beach. Many's the morning I've swum down there in this early morning light. Brings back lots of good and happy memories. My mum grew up on it in the 20's and 30's, running wild, riding her horse Tony right up the beach, past Dixon Park to Merewether and through the railway tunnel. There is family graffiti (hmm, should I admit to that??) on the rocks near Big Rock - that's the little mounded rock on the edge of the water, poking up out of ALL THAT SAND! Wow, there must have been a huge dump of sand here, but if I remember correctly, there are king tides around Christmas (around the time this photo was taken I think).
When we were children we would climb up Big Rock and jump into the bar when the tide was high enough. There is also Flattie, just in front of it (but you can't see it in this shot) - it was perfect for diving from, just when the right wave rolled in. We would swim all around the bar underwater, catch waves when it was high tide or just loll in the water.
But the mornings ... coming down here for an early morning swim, not a soul on the beach, the light clear and bright, the air salty and fresh. The beach always looks clean and untouched at this time, no footprints - well perhaps just the odd seagull trail. It almost feels like your own private beach. Plunging into the water, the sea cold and refreshing, you feel like a new person within minutes.
This is a very special place for me.
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