april 2004 sydney-lso i locked up my bike and went inside.........

........and the lady said i could get the L90 bus from outside in 5 mins-originaly i just wanted to find out the bus times but as i debated going home to pick up my camera-the bus glided in beside me and i automatically borded-payed the good man $4.80 and sat smiling for the 2 hours it would take for the bus to reach its destination.i looked around at my fellow passingers-a young english couple giggled in the next seat over-they knew.in front of me 2 happy 15 year oldes read their magazines-they knew.so i just sat and smiled.as i got closer to my destination i started to see familiar looking sceenery outside-nearly like it was from some past dream,clooser still and i was starting to fidget in my seat when still with onew stop to go i could not hold myself anmore the antisapation way so great i lept gayley from the still moving coach and smelled the air-i had arrived at last-ohoo the bus may have taken 2 hours but my journey to this place had taken over a decade.i had finaly arrived in palm beach-or more better know as summer bay.i half skipped,half sprinted across the car park towards a familiar looking line of trees seperating the carpark from the beach and then i saw the gentle curve away into the hazy distance to my left,a light house,the sea,the surf,the sand, the rocks-to my left another vista i knew better than my own face-i felt drunk with happyness as i staggered down the beach-looming playfully out of the dunnes was noneother that the surfclub building-i paused breefly to purchace a refreshment from the kiosk (alas not staffed by a sutherland) and saw many crew photos on the wall-many signed-how i nearly wet my pants. back down to the beach i went stroking the wooden railings on either side-i knew the location of every knot abd splinter.and down to the sand-ahaa the sand-THE SAND,i grasped a hand full and smelled the history-i tasted the tallent that laid its bare feet upon these very grains.ahaa the memories-blake and haden,sophie and dagdog.these patch of golden grains had seen it all-a tear fell from eye and landed into frothy water at my feet.i was home, home at long last.

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