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Magazines : Breakaway Summer 2010
MY Eastern Beach wakes to that always promising sliver of colour resting on the water in the east. As the day shares first light its mood imprints on the mirror of the water, blissful blue, battleship grey, blushing pink. The waves chop or so gently lap the stretch of the sand and the footings of the gracious promenade and, if there's momentum enough, set the masts of the nearby moored yachts rocking on high. Across the stretch of Cunningham Pier, where the tall ships once moored lined up bow to stern, the light reflects on the windows of the city. Across the bay the industrial spectacle of the refinery lights gradually dim against the distant tumble of the You Yangs. On the beach's grassy climbs birds call from the conifers and palms and on the paths and steps people gradually surface to play in the morning light. They come and go from the scene, striding through with purpose, strolling with reverie, pedalling with vigour. They hunch against cold, stretch out towards warmth. They walk the hounds which have noses busily buried in the myriad scents of each new day. They run through at staggers and canters or stay to lap the park paths and the steps which have elevated a thousand fitness campaigns. The earnest gain strength with each instruction issued by martinet trainers, boxing gloves thwack focus pads and, drought permitting, the central fountain, with its storks and their curious quasi-turtle footings, splashes on. From the top of the steps, in fair weather and foul, the view is grand and in its way absorbing, a symbol for the city which has remained timeless and has yet evolved from the times when top hats and parasols paraded the scene. Eastern Beach, Geelong's picture postcard water park, has a caged bay swim area with dive tower, children's pool with fountain, a cafe, barbecues, playgrounds, boardwalk, toilets and lifeguards. geelongadvertiser.com.au Eastern Beach DANNY LANNEN captures the magic of Eastern Beach at daybreak GEELONG & OTWAY BEACHES ApolloBay ALISON McADAM's childhood holidays were crowded with fun WE'D all flock to Grandma's for the summer holidays -- so many of us that Grandma would end up sleeping in her laundry. She loved it, we all loved it -- partly because we were all together, partly because there was always wonderful food but mostly because there was the beach. Grandma's house was on the Great Ocean Road in Apollo Bay, brilliantly positioned a few steps from both the front beach and the back beach. It couldn't have been better. There'd be beach cricket, elaborate moats built, attempts to dam the river with rocks, long swims, short dips, bodysurfing. We'd go to the front beach sometimes, then the beach inside the breakwater other times. And we'd go to the back beach where the gentle Barham River joins the sea. Perfect. At day's end we'd land back at Grandma's, where buckets of warm water were set out in the back yard for us to sit in and de-sand. Apollo Bay's front beach is rimmed by a lawn foreshore that includes the tourist information 8 I geelongadvertiser.com.au
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