I hadn't been to Sellicks Beach in years. YEARS. We used to holiday there as a family when I was a little girl and I have very fond memories of playing in the rock pools and scampering about in the beach caves with my sisters.
Going back this week, each of us now with little families of our own, was a delight beyond what I expected. We drove our cars down onto the sand, set-up an array of tents and shades, and lolled about in the sparkling ocean water. It was a step back in time, since vacation homes and urban sprawl has yet to swallow-up the expansive natural landscape.
The headland is as open as it always was, pastures right down to the coast.
There are beautiful red, craggy sand dunes and crystal clear water you can see through to the bottom.
The rock pools still have an abundance of little crabs to chase and collect, and the shallow beach-side caves, full of heavy round stones, are undamaged.
All framed by a blue sky as far as you can see…
I felt very thankful to be experiencing Australia in such a tangible way, quiet appropriately on the "Australia Day" public holiday! I had salt water in my hair, sun on my face, sand in my swimmers, a tiny crab pinching my toe, rock pool walking and a round of beach cricket with family. I breathed it ALL in and savored it.
Sellicks Beach is at the end of a long stretch of coastline, just 1 hour from where I grew-up - I can hardly believe it was so available to me for so long, and I never thought much about it. On this splendid day it held new wonder and beauty as I looked at it through the eyes of a landlocked Tennessean, and it's a beauty wild and remarkable enough to pull 2 wandering Aussies home!
I don't think the life of lonesome, beach-shack dwelling hermits is right for us just yet. But it's a tempting thought when I'm hit by nostalgia and I wonder what Theo's childhood memories will be - whether the ocean, and it's glorious surrounds, will tug at his heart and carry the scents of home as it does for me.