My neighbourhood




Walking distance from my house is where the creek meets the sea; you descend steep wooden steps (not unlike the descent I imagined in the Michael Wilding short story about the guy with a flatmate who works as a vampire in a theatre restaurant...) and once you scrabble over the rocks there are sand dunes as far as you can see, and inlets of water where pelicans gather. Very beautiful, not unlike the coorong.

Yesterday cycled through the national park, got stumped at another curve of the creek, when it was much more river like, took a long detour and an hour and half later we finally ended up in a small coastal hamlet, where the only fun in town is at the beach or the bowling club. Got asked to pick a winner from the hat; and imagined how pleasing it would be to have a holiday at the caravan park there... walking everyday to the corner shop to hear the local news, scouring the paper for the last possible newsworthy story, going fishing, bowling, getting talked into a production by the secretary of the local historical society, starting up a summer time only second hand stall...

In five days time I will be in Sydney-promised Grandad not to get involved with any "protesting mob". I am quite happy to support the alnternative media tent and get up which are collecting signatures.

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