Caloundra Tomorrow
Without Prejudice
I'm off to Caloundra tomorrow. Maybe to the wonderful named Golden Beach. To Lowndsies, maybe, for a visit. Off with my Sister Jackie, for a few days. A girly few day of coffees and gossip and kids and beaches and shopping of course. I hope we can find some fashion like Surfers used to have. Pretty dresses and accessories you don't see at other places.
Caloundra on The Sunshine Coast with it's teeny tiny airport and miles of walks and white sandy beaches and it's fresh sea air and sun. Lots of things to do and see and I had better wear my tightest belt as tomorrow night there will be fresh from the sea fish and crunchy chips. They don't have flake here, cod or whiting and hopefully it's Moreton Bay whiting, caught fresh that day and it melts in your mouth.
Hot with tomato sauce, and salt, the good old fashioned way, the iconic Aussie way. Though the best way is when you have been at the beach all day with kids. In and out of the water you go and you are slightly burnt, not too much.
And you cross the baking hot road in bare feet, running to stop the heat burning your soles as much. And you stand in line impatiently and order fish and chips for everyone and a bottle of lemonade to share. And you run back across the road, the hot parcel clutched to your chest which makes you even hotter.
And you unwrap it and everyone digs in, halving the hot fish with asbestos fingers and blown on to cool them down. The lemonade bottle shared between you as you are all related, right? And who cares, anyway. Little bits of sand always manage to add extra crunch as they always somehow invade the confines of the packet.
Greasy fingers to be shaken and wiped on beach towels. Little packets of sauce to decorate chips with, there never seems to be enough. And you swear to remember a bottle of it next time.
And you shiver a little as you pack it all up. A forewarning of the slight sunburn that will appear tonight to remind you of your day. And as you shower later you look at the marks and think how it will be brown tomorrow as you were smart enough to wear sunscreen.
And how you will wear the sunburn to work for all to see and they will know you had a great day, an iconic Aussie beach day, full of sun, sand and the laughter of kids and hot chips filling your belly. And how you waited till the very end before you threw the unwanted scraps to the seagulls or they would have waddled up. bright eyed and avaricious, pecking at each other, the greedy things.
And how the children slept in the car on the way home, how the vinyl peels off your legs as you get out of the car and carry them quickly inside. Their feet sandy and their lips red from ice lollies. Their veins standing out on their closed eyelids and how achingly beautiful they are in their dreamless state.
I'm off to Caloundra tomorrow. Maybe to the wonderful named Golden Beach. To Lowndsies, maybe, for a visit. Off with my Sister Jackie, for a few days. A girly few day of coffees and gossip and kids and beaches and shopping of course. I hope we can find some fashion like Surfers used to have. Pretty dresses and accessories you don't see at other places.
Caloundra on The Sunshine Coast with it's teeny tiny airport and miles of walks and white sandy beaches and it's fresh sea air and sun. Lots of things to do and see and I had better wear my tightest belt as tomorrow night there will be fresh from the sea fish and crunchy chips. They don't have flake here, cod or whiting and hopefully it's Moreton Bay whiting, caught fresh that day and it melts in your mouth.
Hot with tomato sauce, and salt, the good old fashioned way, the iconic Aussie way. Though the best way is when you have been at the beach all day with kids. In and out of the water you go and you are slightly burnt, not too much.
And you cross the baking hot road in bare feet, running to stop the heat burning your soles as much. And you stand in line impatiently and order fish and chips for everyone and a bottle of lemonade to share. And you run back across the road, the hot parcel clutched to your chest which makes you even hotter.
And you unwrap it and everyone digs in, halving the hot fish with asbestos fingers and blown on to cool them down. The lemonade bottle shared between you as you are all related, right? And who cares, anyway. Little bits of sand always manage to add extra crunch as they always somehow invade the confines of the packet.
Greasy fingers to be shaken and wiped on beach towels. Little packets of sauce to decorate chips with, there never seems to be enough. And you swear to remember a bottle of it next time.
And you shiver a little as you pack it all up. A forewarning of the slight sunburn that will appear tonight to remind you of your day. And as you shower later you look at the marks and think how it will be brown tomorrow as you were smart enough to wear sunscreen.
And how you will wear the sunburn to work for all to see and they will know you had a great day, an iconic Aussie beach day, full of sun, sand and the laughter of kids and hot chips filling your belly. And how you waited till the very end before you threw the unwanted scraps to the seagulls or they would have waddled up. bright eyed and avaricious, pecking at each other, the greedy things.
And how the children slept in the car on the way home, how the vinyl peels off your legs as you get out of the car and carry them quickly inside. Their feet sandy and their lips red from ice lollies. Their veins standing out on their closed eyelids and how achingly beautiful they are in their dreamless state.
