|Emu Park, Queensland, Australia.|
Wild, unpopulated beaches, some with a few, beach front squatter's huts. We did not have one but friends did were generous in the use of them. Primitive doesn't describe them well enough.
They had a corrugated tin roof and walls with earth/ sand floor. Beds made from bush timber with the legs dug into the sand. Home made benches and a wooden stove in a recess. I think there may have been snakes and spiders because Dad would go in first to check it out.
Mum would make the tastiest camp oven stews/casseroles if the fish weren't biting. Sure enough, I would have a mouth full of ulcers and couldn't have any. I suffered from these for years, well into my 20s. We grew up with an abundance of fish and crabs. I think the crabs were called Mud Crabs or maybe Blue Swimmers.
|The Big Crab, Cardwell, Queensland, OZ|
I don't eat seafood now, with the exception of fish. I think I have overdosed as a kid and also being married to an avid amateur fisherman put me off it. I can't stand the smell of prawns!
|Mooloolaba during heavy seas and rain. Cyclone up north, off shore. Queensland.|
I still love the beach but because it is 'there' I very seldom go and we live about 23 ks from the nearest beach. I love picking up some take away fish and chips and heading to the beach to watch the moon rise. How long since I have done this?? Damn near a year!
Time to do the things I love to replenish my soul.