RDP: Beach


Seaside Memories

I do love to be beside the seaside as the song goes. My first visits were to the English seaside towns of Clacton on Sea and Brightlingsea. I still have pleasant memories of rides on the pier at Clacton, beach huts where people sat in deckchairs, Punch & Judy, donkeys, sandcastles and little shops with displays of postcards, buckets and spades and fishing nets on the pavement outside; and of course sticks of bright pink, sticky rock with the town’s name in the centre. Do they still do that I wonder?

Clacton Pier © Copyright Christine Matthews and licensed for reuse under this Creative Commons Licence.
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Australian beaches were so different, no donkeys for a start but they seemed to go on forever. I was never one for baking myself in the sun on the beach and I found the sand uncomfortably hot to walk on sometimes but I did love to live close to the beach. David and I lived at Hallett Cove in South Australia for more than 25 years. That was a rocky beach and not frequented by visitors as much except for those who came to visit the nearby conservation park and see the rock formations from what was once a glacier. Those of us who lived there enjoyed walking our dogs on the beach and I went there a lot.

Hallett Cove Beach in the 1980s

David and I also enjoyed driving along the coast. When we went to visit David’s family or Naomi we usually opted to drive a route that took us past the beaches at Marino, Brighton, Grange, Henley Beach and Semaphore. Naomi lived at Semaphore for some years and she and I had a lot of walks on the beach from Semaphore to Largs where we’d stop for ice cream at the kiosk before walking back again. We used to like seeing all the grand old houses and we had favourite places where we liked to get ice cream or fish and chips. Sadly, it’s all different now. The old houses are nearly all gone, replaced by ugly grey McMansions and the old cafes an kiosks replaced by trendy cafes that sell expensive coffees and overpriced meals.

One of the things I did miss living in southern Tasmania was not seeing the sea very often but I learned to love being close to a river instead.

Summer at the beach, Dover, Tasmania 2014

Finally, here I am back at the beach. I always enjoyed our occasional trips to the northwest coast of Tasmania and now I have access to all of it.

The beach at Stanley.

Best of all I can walk to the beach every day like I did when I lived at Hallett Cove. Sisters Beach reminds me a little of the beach there but it is beautiful in its own right.

Sisters Beach Tasmania August 2020

Taswegian1957

I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on WordPress.com with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. My current housemates are Cindy, my 14-year-old Staffy-Lab X dog and Polly the world's most unsociable cat who is seven.

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