Just beachin'

Back in the day ‘when I were a lad’ in Far North Queensland, we used to go to the beach almost every day. My ma would throw coconuts into the water for me to fetch. Sounds exotic, doesn’t it?

I don’t know how many I actually brought back to her.

Anyway.

When we lived in Canberra, we were land-locked. We really missed the beach. Mountain trails are good and all, but they're missing something. Oh yeah, waves.

So what I like most about living in Adelaide is…yep, you’ve guessed it…the beach.

My beach.

Here.



This is me at my beach today. It was hot. I had a swim. I look kinda suspended, don't I?



And look at that rather dashing left sand eyebrow. It took me a while to get the angle just so. But it works, n'est ce pas?



Here’s me keeping a (sandy) eye out for any unwelcome, ummmm, fishies.



And here’s me up close and personal.

That’s what happens when the ma tells me to sit, sits down herself on the sand to take a photo of me, tells me to stay and then waves a treat while she’s taking the photo.

What else is a dooog to do? Why, go for the treat of course.

Just another day at the beach.

Le sigh.

Le bark of content.