The roar of the ocean the sound of the sea. Everyone\'s happy, including me. Boys and girls forming friendships before puberty, a tattooed father with his kids in the surf, crowds between the flags watched by middle aged men with hawk eyes in yellow and red, Amateur swimmers bobbing about trying to avoid the inevitable cold rush. Young women displaying their bums in the shallows, watched by eagle eyed men in yellow and red. I wondered how uncomfortable those strings are, and why the fashion. An attractive woman reclines on the sand, her form perfect, beautiful, more comfortable than a Danish chair, bringing back memories of youth. A mother and daughter chatting, the sea to loud to hear what they say, their faces delightful. Cool cabarners are now put away, wine and jewellery are on display. People enjoying the end of the day, an afternoon at the beach, the great Aussie way. The sun is setting behind the trees. The north easterly is cool, fish and chips for this old fool.