'It's dead'
Is the first thing dad says to me
as we wander onto a small beach on the Oyster Harbour.
Is the first thing dad says to me
as we wander onto a small beach on the Oyster Harbour.
'We used to come here as kids with Uncle Tommy...
He'd have us rolling over piles of seaweed
to collect the tiny brown crabs
that we used for bait to catch brim...
...the size & abundance of those Brim back then!
Once there was weed washed up everywhere.
There's no sea grasses left...not like there used to be...
'You could walk into the water and pull up seaweed/grass
that had an abundance of mussels attached...
and the cockles that lay beneath the sand!
Nothing like it used to be...'
that had an abundance of mussels attached...
and the cockles that lay beneath the sand!
Nothing like it used to be...'
'It all started to go wrong when they put in the boat pens at Emu Point...
they should never have done that...'
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| Walkabout with dad, fellow Earth lover... revisiting places of childhood exploration and memories of a harbour full of life. |
4 comments:
Sad. Just more human impact. Sigh........I remember getting cockles too.
They buggered up a long-board break when they built the stone walls to save Emu Point and the boat harbour too. It was called Mulloolaba (not sure of the spelling, that's phoenetic) I only surfed it a couple of times before it was completely stuffed.
What an abortion - it's downright devastating MF.
It really hit home listening to dad's stories...they used to camp across the channel when there was no more than a track into emu point...six kids free ranging from Mt Marvin to Gull Rock and beyond - magic days!
A great post WY, poetic and telling. Love your images of your Dad too. Just beautiful.
Thanks ST :)
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