Archive | February 15, 2019

The sea was angry that day, my friend

What’s more iconic about being a Sydneysider than going to the beach?

It’s a great way to spend a couple of hours – a swim, a walk, a laze on the sand with a book. I don’t like to stay for too long – my fair skin doesn’t like it. Sometimes I think the drive just isn’t worth it.

And what to do when the beach is closed?

North Curl Curl can be pretty rough at the best of the times. Deep currents and wild surf last weekend meant the beach was closed.

No point sitting in the sun on the sand if you can’t cool off in the waves!

So we walked up the track on the headland. Despite coming to this beach several times every year for ages, I can’t recall the last time I walked up the headland to the ocean pool. If ever.

On seeing the obelisk, I asked Mr S if he knew what it was – after all he surfed at this beach almost daily as a youngster. Nup. Further on there was a sign. Great, that’ll stop Mr S exploring too close to the edge of the cliff.

Cobber = Old Australian slang for mate

Down the stairs, we found a great spot in the shade of the cliff. The photo doesn’t give depth, but it was as if we were in the midst of the waves. We could see the surfers take off.

The ocean pool was so refreshing – and quite thrilling when big waves hit the side of the pool. I didn’t capture some of the biggest ones, but you can see the spray tower over the people.

I did hope we wouldn’t face a repeat of the Tassie incident! That’s always in the back of my mind when I’m near big waves with only one way out.

It was definitely worth the drive – even if the beach was closed. The fresh scent of the ocean. The clean and tingly skin after a swim.