The Beachport to Robe trip is a classic beach run.
Proust said that the essence of the past is best recalled in our hidden memories. The sense of smell can reignite these lost memories so vividly it is like you are there again.
That is what I love so much about the beach. With the first hint of the fresh sea air through the car window, sometimes kilometres away from the ocean, I am swept back to my childhood. I would spend time with my grandparents at their beach house, and the feeling of total ease that surrounded me then is something that has slipped away as I’ve grown older. As an adult now, that feeling is still there, albeit rarer, so it is a welcome rush of memories and nostalgia when that salt air takes me back to my carefree days.View full article →