I saw a post on facebook comparing what happened recently on a beach in Nice, France, with what happens on beaches in Iran. In Nice, men were forcing women to wear less clothing, whereas in Iran, men were forcing women to wear more clothing. The facebook post alluded that it is time that men stopped telling women what they can and can’t wear. I hadn’t previously heard about the burkini,
When I was walking on the beach the other day, I saw a huge block of polystyrene with half-inch thick steel plate attached to either side of it. The edges of the steel plate had been broken rather than cut, and I wondered what it had been and where it had come from. The steel on both sides had become the home to a large number of large barnacles, so
The greatest lesson I learned this week has been to go with the flow. My husband broke his arm nearly two weeks ago, and we had been booked into a holiday house at Byron Bay for the following week. I knew that the chances of cancelling with such short notice were slim, because they would only cancel the booking if they could find someone else to rebook. At the time
I’ve just been enjoying a swim at the beach, and really appreciating the water, the sea breeze, and my body, which allowed me to swim. I realised that, like most people, I normally tend to take all these things for granted. The sea has always been there and always will be, won’t it? Well, maybe, but will it always be suitable for swimming? We know that there are so many