Back to the Haven with Mum

Last weekend Annie and I spent the arvo with mum back down at Beach Haven wharf where I grew up. The thing that sets this beach apart from all others is that it was made with love and determination by a Mr Larking back in the 70’s and 80’s.  A lot of coastal Beach Haven is mud flats, which although provided the best arena to grow up in (crab hunting, mud walking, lots of lost jandels and sometimes screams of terror at getting sucked down by the bog), it was never pleasant to sit on with a picnic. Anyway, Mr Larking painstakingly brought  sand by the bucketful back ,20-30 buckets at a time on his little flat bottomed schooner from across the channel at Whenuapai. He built the beach we sit on below, incredible eh?

There were about 15 other families down there enjoying it on Sunday evening, we ate fish and chips, drank red wine, paddled, popped seaweed and watched the big kids climb up the banks and jump out on the rope swings. It was very peaceful.

 

boiled brocolli! oh boy oh boy.