I was reading a wonderful book the other day, one I could not put down and one in which throughout its captivating pages of photos and slices of life experiences, I came across this gorgeous paragraph which I had to share:
written by Pia Jane Bijkerk from My Heart Wanders (Murdoch Books Pty Limited, 2011) pp. 473“Walking back along the beach, I was swallowed up in sensory memories. Its ruggedness, harshness, rawness, warmth, earthliness, richness and sincerity. It echoes my spirit. For many of us the ocean is our backyard pool. People over there (Europe) spoke of getting dumped by an ocean wave as an extraordinary experience. For us here it is part of learning how to swim – you’re not a swimmer until you have regularly been swallowed, popping back out of the ocean’s roaring mouth, cossie bottoms filled with sand and stretching down to your knees.”
Holidays spent at the beach – an enduring Australian childhood trademark, a treat and testimony to the unique wild spirit within all of us.