![]() Finally, a mile and half later, alone on an outer shelf at low tide, the shore disconcertingly far. The shorebreak was in tumult, so had to add a half mile to the paddle out from distant cove to avoid a premature, energy-suck and thrash rewarded with a dry-hair entry to the outside. ![]() I have ridden (a little) bigger waves, warmer waves, prettier waves, longer waves and more so-called perfect waves, but I don’t think any wave as satisfying as the one this late afternoon. "Even a blind kook finds a nut every once in a while." “I’ve looked up the law on this situation and found out if it’s not claimed in seven days you can keep it,” quipped another. “I hope you had your thongs on,” said one. The response from locals on the Facebook thread was mostly humorous, That made me feel sick … went outside to shower myself again.” Firstly I could smell it … then I saw feet breaking. So he blocked the drainage with the whole mess.” Then he tried to break it and flush it out. “What a beautiful swim spoiled by an old man, who used a shower next to me to empty his bowels. ![]() Riso Glogo, who lives in the monied beachside suburb, described his experience of watching the “old man” enjoying his public toileting. In Sydney, a city of almost five-and-a-half-million souls, all roads lead to the beach, usually Cronulla, Bondi or Manly.Īnd it’s in Manly, where we find a man in his harvest years, “relieving his bowels into a surf club public shower.” The disease and wet has given this year a sweetness unparalleled in my lifetime, an urgent need to enjoy it while we can. ![]() After several disastrous summers cursed by, first, pestilence, then rain, Australia’s east coast has eased into the sort of long, balmy days perfumed by great bursts of frangipani long associated with the deeply pleasant island continent. ![]()
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