it was the recurrent, non-consensual
low grit/high volume sand enemas that got me.
I’d be walking past this family, doffing my cap and saying ‘how do ye do.’ before carrying on towards the northern dunes, which I would climb.
Dunes that ended at the shallow waters of Rose Bay.
Where I would fish a little east of where the Wintergarden sits, bring in a few blackfish.
That’s what I’d do.
It’s not often we get a glimpse such as this of the generation before ours, and partway into it I watched those kids coming out of Bondi Public and heading for the beach – looking for the ones with no shoes, then I looked at their sun-bitten faces and saw Bondi written all over them.
Then there was the babes … and a handy demo of toothpick directionals. The Palatial Bondi Hotel. The kid who wouldn’t get out of the panorama beach shot. A beach inspector telling two grown men wrestling in the sand to pull their heads in. It’s all here …
Lifted this from Bondi Longboarders FB .. thanks for finding it.