Just came back from a pleasant lunch at Coogee with Jake, Jackie and mum. It’s an absolutely gorgeous summer day, not too hot though, and we wandered down along the promenade, watching all the pale, pale people roasting in the sun, some already bright red. The surf was huge and sandy and vicious looking, yet there were many people in it, some even jumping off the rocks at the far north end of the beach.
It must be so exasperating being a lifeguard; we heard the following announcement delivered in weary tones over the PA system:
“As you are more than well aware, there are no flags due to the dangerous conditions. The beach is closed. If you are swimming, you are an idiot.”