Wouldn’t that be nice? If this whole dazzling mad confused ball of brilliance and bliss and madness and mayhem was a safe haven to all and every one – with not a single fellow human being discounted, overlooked, dismissed.
Couldn’t resist the call of the waves, The Breakers, the lovely superb beach between Wamberal and Spoon Bay.. sadly I don’t think any other playa on Earth stands a chance of intoxicating me to the degree that this sandy and rocky ocean oasis manages to whenever i am stuck at home, ‘being safe.’
Met the usual horrified Stares and Cares (raise funds to roll out a number of robust all-weather seats at certain intervals?) but also met some sweet beautiful people as I shuffled and dithered my way up the steps at Spooney to refill my water bottle for the home trek.
A lovely family from Rab C. Nesbitt country, who like perhaps twenty or thirty other locals and visitors shot past me like a Merc to a Robin Reliant, but turned back and just asked me if i needed anything.
Actually, also had a wonderful swim for the first time this summer, and as I gingerly climbed back over the wall of the M.M Central Coast Branch Convent, i thought, ‘Yes but I never felt unsafe, even on my own at the Breakers past midnight while unable to put one foot in front of the other, however … TBC