Anyway, there she was the next morning sitting at the dining table in her nightie sticky-taping it all back together like a giant expensive jigsaw.
And they used that cash to buy a little apartment at Broadbeach. Today people would call it Surfers Paradise, and that is not the only change in the last 40 years.
I spent married time there and single mother hols there, well not in the little flat but in that area. I have driven the old road between Brisvegas and the Spit just for an hour of smelling the surf, more times than I can count. It has provided solace and joy and an excellent place to right the wrongs of the world, at least in my brain.
So 10 years ago I was a fully abled, youngish, gainfully employed, woman and I still loved the beach. I will always be a Goldie Girl, perhaps because of that little flat or more likely because that's where we always went for hols. I have walked the beach between Surfers and very much further south for what seems my whole life.
Today, because I am older and unemployed and I am finally able to test out 2 good knees, I spent a couple of hours walking the old trail, and bloody beautiful it was, well mostly it was, except that there were some changes some good, some quite shitful. I took some pics as I walked. These are the things that even in an old age fog, I noticed were different.
Boardwalk Benches with anti skater bits
Dunnies
Outside the dunnies
Electricity Boxes?
Parking Metres
Blueys bloody everywhere.
Jelly Fish absolutely every bloody where
Tidy bags of dog shit.
More fucking Jellies
Seagulls
Flags a plenty
Lighter rubbish - I used to use matches.
Surfers Skyline
Construction site where the old flat used to be.
It's been the battle point for years.
And Finally all the properties have been bought up and the development is HUGE
Pink Poodle Neon sign Heritage listed, but moved off the highway and hidden around the corner.
Stainless steel and granite showers.
New Loos aplenty
Free BBQs
I am off to do some research about why there are so many of the blighters, cos doing the chicken high step over 'em is sure as shit not a childhood memory. I have more than a sneaking suspicion that it ahs to do with a change in water temp, but I am keeping an open mind.
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