Its bloomin hot downunder

January the middle of the Ozzie summer.

Its normally hot this time of year,just hot not bloomin hot.

No need to enter into “climate change issues” here things are changing for sure

And one of those is the climate.

No matter which way you look at,

However the one thing that isn’t changing is the desire of most to get to the beach.

The coast.

All the way along the 57000 kilometres of Australias sun bleached coastline Polyester

Clad pilgrims are making their way there.

The coast,its waterways,rivers and its beaches.To swim,to bathe in its glorious oceans and seas and lazily lounge,dryfry on its golden and white sands.

Sand so hot it burns the soles of your feet,so invasive it forms abrasive irritating clusters in the folds of swimming costumes,typically the crotch and by means known only to the unknown lays waiting in bed for you at night.

A little cluster on cool cotton sheets at the feet or an array on the pillow slip is discovered just as sleep beckons.

Today was so hot even lizards would have considered an umbrella a folly

A fully shaded rock crevice a better option.

What is it about the beach that calls us under such conditions.

Is it just to get to relief from the heat?

If so its only what could be called momentary

Or is about sharing?

You know that mateship thing.

Jeez its hot lets go to the beach seems to take preference to Jeez its hot lets sit in an air conditioned room.

A tempting thought in Bangkok or Hong Kong maybe.

The middle of the Sahara.

But Australia.?

Who is kidding who.?

So maybe Its a combination of both,getting cool and sharing and maybe its tradition.

That cheeky Ozzie tradition,

Larrikinism.

You know where Bluey is the name for someone with a head of orange hair.

Where board riders wear black rubber suits and know that sharks love eating seals.

Well some sharks do.

Where bikini clad women think they are actually wearing something.

That’s my Mothers influence and why I refuse to take her to the beach.

And why sunglasses are so important for a man.

Where young children squeel and giggle at white froth on wet sands and grandmothers and mothers gather under umbrellas shouting through an atmosphere

Of light wind and billowing heat

“Don’t go to close to the water!!!!”

We learn early.

So Mum what did you bring us here for?

And suddenly the larrikinism ends as we head home.

Sand secreted in places that surprise us when we arrive there.

Home that is

Home where dinner,the BBQ really is quite a serious affair tempered only by the memories of the hours at the beach,on the coast.

Its hard to leave the beach behind.

Thoughts aside,,cotton or synthetic our clothes tell us repeatedly that we have left something behind.

Neither cool nor free.

Air con or just an open window the longing for cool freedom lingers.

Watching TV,talking at the dining table or finally in bed if you are looking for a return

To that cool feeling

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