photo by Ron Co
Yorke Peninsula, South Australia
when we visited this beach a couple of summers ago
my favourite beach when we were living there and the beach I use for the setting of Mundoo Summer and the beach scenes in Dark Angel
The suitcase was open, empty. The wardrobe door was open, her clothes still on the hangers. Cam stood between them, arms folded. She hadn’t told anyone yet that she was leaving. Couldn’t bring herself to do it at breakfast and now Crystal and Melva were at their schools, Doug and Dan were in the shed, working on a car …… She should have told Dan last night. It was a perfect opportunity to do so. But she just couldn’t.
She closed the wardrobe door, put the suitcase back under the bed. Tell them tonight, she promised herself. And spend the day with Doug and Dan in the shed. Or, she smiled as Maggie came bounding to greet her as soon as she stepped onto the verandah, she could go for one last swim in the sea. Since Dan taught her how, she’d been swimming almost every day, taking Maggie for a walk to the beach with her.
They took the track that followed the shore, Maggie bouncing ahead of her. Walked past Lucy’s shack, past the memory of Dan and Lucy parked there in Dan’s ute that night when she watched and knew there was no point in hanging around. What she saw and heard answered the question she had been biding her time to ask of Dan. Just as well she had not approached him and made a fool of herself.
The track led down to the beach, white sand hot underfoot, the sea emerald green in the shallows, cobalt blue in the deep, the sky azure blue. Just a wisp of a breeze, cool on the skin. Maggie hurtled into the water. Cam paused to look around, absorb it all to take and keep with her.