And this is what I had for lunch:
Crumbed cod, potato scallops and salad to make us all feel better. It was amazing. I don’t want to gloat too much (oh, who am I kidding) – check this out!:
Let me paint you a picture – blue skies, cerulean ocean, gentle waves, pristine white sand, the sticky smell of sunscreen, the lapping of the water and gentle whoosh of the waves. Paradise.
My only goal for the day (asides from stuffing my face with fish) was to wrinkle in the sea. The most energetic thing I did (again, asides from stuffing my face) was a gentle stroll along the beach. Paradise.
Despite the heat (we’re sweltering in a mini-heat wave over here), the beach was busy but not packed – plenty of room for everybody. The sea was gentle so the lifeguards were kicking back and relaxing, some Nippers were training and enjoying being in the sun, while the surfers tried to make the best of what little waves there were. Families were in the park, barbecuing up sausages and steaks. Little ones were paddling in the shallows with their parents, getting to know what will become an integral part of their life: the beach.
Australians don’t have the market cornered when it comes to fabulous beaches but it does play a huge role in our lives and our psyches. There is a cultural trope in Australia about the ‘Aussie battler’ and outback living – a vestige of our past that we treasure but which no longer reflects the lives of most Australians who now live in or near a major city. We have no farming heartland like America does – we’re the same size as the continental US but most of the Australian interior is desert, so most Australians (along with most of our capital cities) live along the coast. The beach and the water flows through our veins.
I can’t remember the first time I was at a beach: it’s always been there. We live it, love it and breathe it. We holiday there, we celebrate there and we while away countless hours there. And on days like yesterday, it’s a wrench to tear myself away from there.