As a staunch member of the Wallow and Bob Society, I feel it is my duty to tell of what has happened to our secluded little beach.
Most mornings between the months of October and April several or more of our members can be found trekking past this tranquil estuary where majestic birds gather.
We are making our way along a boardwalk to this beautiful lagoon sheltered by reef. The waters here are known to soothe aching joints and tired old bodies. They cool and refresh, they wake us up.
Even on grey cloudy days some of us will make the journey.
Occasionally a much loved grandchild or daughter is invited to our inner sanctum, but usually it is just us, a handful of grannies, grey hair, saggy, both scrawny and plump bodies swathed in Lycra, we greet each other with a hug and chat about our days, grumpy hubbies, gorgeous families, golf games, quilting, ailments and what was good on TV last night.
We even carry a little bucket each, with which to rinse sand from our feet, saving our cars from mess.
Mercy me........In January it all changes..............the tourists arrive........they bring their paraphenalia, dogs, squealing splashing children, fishing rods - with hooks attached & surfboards. They park in the few parking bays, they spread themselves out and revel in the beauty of the beach. OUR BEACH.