Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Dusk, winter, low tide.
We've driven down the road to the Yacht Squadron, pulled in to park behind the bathing boxes, and scrambled down the remains of a set of wooden steps to get onto the beach. The bay is calm, the wind has died away and when its too dark to keep walking, we'll head home for tea by the open fire. My friends are busy photographing the dying light across the water but I keep walking.
Thought I'd post this to give the non-Oz readers a tiny view into the parts of Melbourne I love most.