Black sand, burns your feet in summer, dries to a crunchy biscuit crust, piles up in the crutch of your togs, gets everywhere.

Surf! Sounds like a war going on out there in the night – pounding cannons, rifle cracks, explosions.

Benign days. Turquoise, glistening sea. Heat vibrating off the beach. Chips, milkshakes, sun umbrellas.

Cool nights, dark mysterious bush, the milky way you can almost touch it.

Sunsets, orange, pink, red, purple, the green flash, ever seen it?

Life savers, boaties, clubbies rule in green, black and red.