RV TRAVEL
When I was a lad, that swimming area – separated from the ocean by a long hill of concrete – was my place. It’ s where I wanted to be during summer. When I was about seven, I was splashing about when suddenly, a toddler appeared beside me, in over his head and going under. My little arms immediately scooped this even littler body to safety, just as the toddler’ s father bounded hell for leather into the water to perform his own rescue.
That same swimming area was home to a rocky platform in the centre, full of marine life and seaweed. I have no doubt the area was home to blue-ringed octopuses too, but in this, the landscape of my dreaming, such deadly creatures were mere trifles – nothing for a young boy to concern himself with.
A tall rock stood at the deeper end. The older kids would use it as a platform from which to cannonball into the water. I would watch as they’ d have the time of their lives. My own parents didn’ t let me jump, though I might have anyway when they weren’ t looking.
The chairlift at Arthur ' s Seat is a famous attraction. What better way to take in seemingly all of Port Phillip Bay?
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