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Change is inevitable. Sometimes it is good. Sometimes it is bad. But always it just… is.

Once upon a time the spit of land between Cronulla and Kurnell (south of Sydney, Australia) was famous for its sand hills. I guess that in previous decades those same sand hills may have stretched further. What makes me think this? I have memories of reading old newspapers from before my time

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  1. Thanks for the great story about Cronulla. I was a member of Wanda Surf Club back in the early 50’s when the club house was just a tin shed. We used to sand ski down the big dunes and later on drive our 4×4’s on the beach. Happy days indeed. Loved the photos too. As I said, a great yarn. Most enjoyable.


    1. Thanks ? Did you see my Day One about Jellyfish Boy? I am really enjoying this ?


      1. Somehow it disappeared into the ether. I hope to have retrieved it by this afternoon. If it is anything like today’s it will be fantastic.


  2. Greg, I love this series of posts you’re doing! It’s so entertaining to watch you spin a story from a photograph! It helps, too, that you have fascinating stories 🙂 I think it’s so neat you lived by the beach and “respectfully” played with the Mad Max prop! And the last post, studying and entering contests on a ship? Truly awesome! Thanks for sharing your experiences!!


    1. Thanks Sharmaine 🙂 I’m glad you enjoy these stories. They are such a part of my life that I barely register them as interesting 🙂 Perhaps there is a lesson there 🙂 Greg

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