April 11. Day 102. There's always one

There's always one. One who is braver or stupider than the rest.
Today we have to head home after a lovely Coast break but there was time for just one last walk on the beach. The wind was howling and the whole scene rather reflected my mood at having to go back to the real world. The beach, which for much of the stay has resembled Grand Central Station in the mornings, was almost deserted this morning but was eerily beautiful.
But even before the sun had risen this man decided to go in for a dip. He lasted but a few seconds and this is him retreating.

April 4. Day 95. Can you see what I see?

Oh I do like to be beside the seaside.
Dear Weather Gods,
I am on the Gold Coast for a week and if you would keep the weather just like this I would be most grateful.
Regards,
Susan
Simon is from England and he lives right on the beach at Bognor Regis in West Sussex so this should make him feel right at home. Who am I kidding? Broadbeach and Bognor are both coastal towns that start with B but that's about where the similarity ends.
We thought it was about time Grandpa Simon got to see a proper Australian beach. Mr O was happy to show his Grandpa around.
Simon was impressed not least because the beachfront wasn't swarming with pensioners (his words not mine)