Hubby had taken Mr’s 13 & 16 caving so after my gym class I took a walk with Mr 8 to ‘the beach’. Technically it’s not a beach, and never actually was, but as kids we would call it ‘the beach’. We’re going to the beach, be back later…. That kind of thing. It’s all rocks and we would spend hours here exploring, looking for crabs, sitting and dreaming…
The road has eroded over the years and is not suitable for vehicular access any more. The shoreline has eroded and is not completely the same one I remember, but there are still familiar rocks protruding from the water at the right tide times. Rounding the last corner you are
greeted rewarded with the most gorgeous view. I still love it after all these years. Just around to your right, is Flowerpot Rock, so named for its unusual shape.
This is all just a stones throw from the house, say 500m.
And another view of the ‘old house’
The house may be moving on but we will always have our memories.