Scary stories from a lovely place
Some changes are afoot in the career world of the clever architect. A temporary result is that Stephen is giving the middle finger to all overtime and 5am starts and therefore not only letting me sleep in everyday until 7:30am but getting home bang on 4:45pm. This is pretty much the stay-at-home mum’s dream.
And so, one afternoon this week when Stephen arrived home from work we hot footed it to our local beach to check out the surroundings. Moving from Wombarra, in the northern suburbs of Wollongong to a dodgy southern suburb was always going to confuse a few people. Indeed one person we told said “are you crazy!?”. No, Stephen replied. We just didn’t think we could live with my parents for ever, now that we are, you know, parents ourselves. But we would miss Wombarra beach and rock pool as well as all the other lovely beaches in that locale.
But we needn’t have worried. Port Kembla Beach is ridiculously beautiful. It reminds me a lot of Gerroa’s Seven Mile Beach. A long, arcing coastline of sand with a few spots of civilisation dotted here and there. The rock platform was teeming with little pools home to miniature schools of fish, crabs galore, good rock-hopping and peeks at weird seaside architecture.
On the way we were also front and centre with this bad boy. Got to love that tower.