What lies beneath
The pier thrusts two hundred metres out to sea from the bluestone seawall. At its end, the boardwalk widens to surround a kiosk. The pier forms one side of the baths, and the remaining perimeter is completed by a shark net, stretching between the end of the pier and the jumbled pile of bluestone that forms the breakwater. This makeshift enclosure would be safe for swimmers, except for the gaping holes in the shark mesh that spans the jetty piles. Wild-eyed children, wearing goggles and snorkels, swim through these breaches to tug on the languid fishing lines cast over the railings by old men nodding in their canvas chairs above.
Bleached fishing nets hang under the pergola surrounding the kiosk, enticing idlers to sit at rickety wooden tables and suck on colourful icy-poles. For the children, these nets seem poised to drop at any moment, trapping unwary wanderers. They imagine the captives being smuggled to a hidden slave galley and into a world of piracy and intrigue. The free-spirited children spend hours loitering under the nets waiting for their adventure to begin.