On the beach

Thursday, February 14, 2013 Permalink

I’ve mentioned before that I hate the beach. I hate the sun. I hate the sand. And I have no desire to go into the ocean.

It’s interesting therefore that three months ago I underwent my literal seachange, moving from my State’s capital to a seaside town. Even more bizarre is the fact that I bought a unit ON THE BEACH. Well, across the road from the beach.

If I was a professional cricketer or baseballer I could actually throw a ball into the ocean from my verandah. THAT’S how close I am to the sun, sand and sea.

beachIt took me over two months to set foot on the sand. It would have been longer but one of my best friends came to visit with her three kids. Naturally sandcastles, shell collecting and a dip in the ocean were on the agenda. And I bravely withstood the elements as I spent time with those more inclined to frolic.

But, in an incident completely unforeseen, I set foot on the beach a couple of days ago OF MY OWN VOLITION.

I’d had a very productive blog-writing day (including doing my first couple of ghost blog posts, which I decided I much prefer than sponsored posts and paid posts!) and was feeling uber motivated.

Having spent over 8hrs at my desk and needing a change I was struck by the idea: I could go for a walk. But not an ‘exercise’ walk (which if on the agenda will render me inert), but a walk solely for pleasure: a leisurely walk. (Yes, apparently they do exist!)

So I donned my trusty rubber thongs (aka flip-flops for my non Aussie readers) grabbed my music and headed across the road.

sandOnce I hit the sand the thongs came off. Hard and soft sand I don’t mind (at least as much as being poked in the eye with a blunt stick!), but I’d forgotten how sludgy wet sand can be sometimes and felt compelled to constantly find puddles to clean my feet.

But it was lovely. And not at all as gruesome as I thought it’d be.

I did however, cause a queue to develop as I hogged the tap at the top of the beach in an attempt to wash every single grain of sand from my extremities!

But, now that my beach-going cherry is (again) popped I suspect I’ll head down to the beach on a regular basis. I’ve still no desire to swim in the ocean BUT I may paddle from time to time!

Do you like/love/loathe the beach? 


  • Natalie
    February 14, 2013

    I’m not really a fan of the beach. I love the views, the sound, but the sand, nooo, the sand is not fun!

    • Debbish
      February 14, 2013

      Yes, I’m the same Natalie – I love the views and the crashing waves but as for the less-than-clean bits…. not so much!

  • Claireyhewitt
    February 14, 2013

    I am jealous. We hardly get to the beach because the costs are so high to get a house to holiday in, I would also love to do the seachange!

    • Debbish
      February 15, 2013

      Claire, although I remain a bit stressed about getting some work to pay the bills etc, I have to admit I have no regrets at all about my seachange.


  • Mel
    February 15, 2013

    Love the beach & am extremely jealous of your apartment!!! Good on you for popping your beach cherry though!

    • Debbish
      February 16, 2013

      Yes, just have to keep the efforts up now!

  • Neen
    February 23, 2013

    You’re insane! Why did you move to the beach if you hate it? Oh Deb, you’re too funny. Also, what’s a ghost post? I ghost write speeches as part of my work role…just wondering what it means in a bloggers context?

    • Debbish
      February 25, 2013

      I like sitting across from the beach and looking at the ocean! (It all makes sense in my little head!)

      I call it ghost posting, but essentially it’s writing for someone else’s blog and doesn’t have your name on it. I see it a bit the same as the speeches you do at work (and I used to do). You’re writing for others, though with the blogging thing I’m doing at the moment there’s flexibility to make it sound a bit more like me – I haven’t got to work out how someone else would sound.

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