Angourie Now and Then
May 5th 2014 I lie face down breathing in oceans of memories crushed as are the shells and sand ground from discarded oysters and limpets collected along the shore.
A lone surfer takes in the early morning swell. My yoga practice ends in rumination. Remember that picture book popular in the 80s that I read to my children? Jeannie Baker’s wonderful Where the Forest Meets the Sea? A wonderful compilation of
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Dancing Dave
David Hooper
Ah, those were the days.
Your eloquent prose or is it meanderings in reminise? As one who has camped on northern NSW or Queensland beaches before houses crept down the sand to gobble up the solitude...when only ones friends or a sole beach fisherman would watch the sunrises rise from the surf and waves...Ah, those were the days Meryl. Enjoy it before you can no more.