Rapid Bay Weekend

About twenty years ago my uncle, Les and grandmother, Bunga purchased an old house on the beachfront in the little town of Rapid Bay on the Fleurieu Penninsula. We used this place often throughout the years, with someone usually down there every weekend. Gradually as we all got a little older and busier, Rapid Bay house became a little neglected. Now that my little ones are a bit older we are excited to revive the past, and bring up a new generation within the walls that could tell a thousand stories.

Some of my earliest memories are from times at Rapid Bay whether it was talking to Mr. Edgar over the side fence, swinging on the Hills Hoist, making scones with Bunga in the kitchen, eating icy poles and swimming with the neighbourhood children, walking up to the general store with Uncle Les for a chocolate sundae, fishing with Dad on the jetty. In my later years; weekend escapes with my high school pals, all night drunken evenings talking about life and love with my girlfriends, beach camping with boyfriends, creating the same memories with my husband and children.

The place is beautiful all year round, aqua blue calm water in the summertime, stunning sunsets against the backdrop of the sheep dotted cliffs surrounding the bay, the pinks, yellows and oranges illuminate its natural beauty and the burning hot pebble lined beach burning layers off the soles of your feet. In wintertime, the ocean grows dark and grey, the jetty sways, and the chains of the old dead sailors clang on the pylons below (well that's what Dad says anyway), the winds whip and lash against the window pane as the warmth of the fire dries your salt dampened face.

God, I love this place.