The next day we drove to Cathedral Cove. A forty five minute trek along winding paths which tests the calves, but boy was it worth it. Millions of years of erosion had eaten away at the rock producing a cave inlet to walk through to another beach A small waterfall provided an après swim cold shower and birdy bath for the seagulls and Indian minor birds.
The sun beat me off again and burnt the back of my head, legs and spleen.
After two years travelling Australia Frankie stated that it was one of, if not the best beach she had seen. While she read her book, the surf was perfect for us two boys to mess around in. There are advantages to swimming with your girl like kissing and cuddling but competitive male streaks shine through and a very welcome, different kind of bets, that being boys are always undertaken.
Standing behind a rock we were battered by wave after wave, drenching us every time and making us fall over, crying with laughter at the ridiculousness of what we were making each other endure. Sand filling my Arsenal shorts resembling a poo, we’d cough, splutter and spit out saltwater in time for the next oceanic onslaught. Two kids joined us to do the same and were almost taken apart.
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