Here’s an interesting and unexpected story from Killarney Heights, the suburb where you’ll find Flat Rock Beach: In February 1979, a Lithuanian couple who believed they were being chased by Soviet agents were discovered in bushland adjacent to the suburb. Stepan Petrosys (81) and his 68-year old wife were discovered after having lived in
These beaches – the ones in this gap, the ones I visited during my old life, I had to wait to do them because I didn’t need anything extra to make me sad. Now, however, it’s been so long (it’s now October 2014) I am the opposite of sad. I’m really very happy in
Writing about our visit to Fairlight Beach is an exercise of memory. If I wrote something at the time I’ve lost it and it’s now August 2014. April 2013 feels like a lifetime ago in so many ways but I do remember the day. It was hot. We had Mitch’s parents’ car while they
Another beach from under the shadows of last year … The best beach day all year, maybe, and here we are nearly to April. It’s already biting hot at 10:30, not oppressively hot but the hot that sends you into the surf, then back to your towel, then into the surf again.
It’s time to fill in the gap in this blog. I visited beaches 24 -28, Eleanor to Flat Rock, in late summer/early autumn of 2013. These were to prove the dying days of my marriage. At the time I hadn’t realised that cowardice and silence were eating cancerously at our relationship – his
Somehow this beach went missing … even though it was written up and the photos were edited, ah well. Here it is now. It’s funny how a project designed to get me to the beach more often has sort of fallen away. Here it is autumn already and we’ve only been to
I’ve been a bad blogger. Our visit to Delwood Beach not only seems ages ago but was, in fact, ages ago. The couple whose engagement party we attended in Manly on the Saturday night have since wed and are expecting their first child. It was an unexpected almost-weekend away. The engagement party was
A more-or-less perfect beach day was predicted for Sunday: mostly sunny and 28 degrees. Although I was spending Thursday and Friday in Canberra at a bicycle tourism conference I put out a call for at least one beach-goer to join us. We had reached 21 and would need a hand to make it work.
Leaving home at 10:28am we encounter the first of several instances of good public transport karma the 400 is at the previous stop when we arrive at Burwood Road. We run up the steps as the train pulls in to Burwood Station, wait a few minutes for the L90 and arrive at Palm Beach
Friends came along on New Year’s Day to beach number 19, Curl Curl. Per Wikipedia: The name Curl Curl appears to be the original Aboriginal name for the larger area of Manly Vale, Freshwater, Queenscliff. The name Curl Curl may have been derived from the Aboriginal phrase curial curial, meaning river of life. We took the train to the city, collected Erin and her car