Life's a Beach
When I'm stressed out, I close my eyes and I'm there, on that beach......you know the one! The one which is warm and tropical and just perfect. Maybe your beach is different from mine, the details are not important but we all have our beach.
Mines a real beach in Tasmania, a perfect little cove, the sand is white, it's secluded (you have to hike over some mountains to get there). There is a little stream where I can build a dam and there is a small lagoon. There are rockpools to explore and a headland to climb over and see the view. There is a little broken jetty that I can fish from or if I feel lazy I can peer through the cracks of the jetty and stare into the deep clear blue water at the fish and the sealife.
There is a lovely bit of shade and behind the beach is a camping area. At night the local wildlife gathers at the laggon and you can watch the sun go down with a roo as company (although a pretty girl is better)!
So if you haven't already got a beach I can thoroughly recommend it. After half and hour on my beach I'm ready for anything!
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