Finding Perspective At The Beach 2019-12-17 (and a whole lot of reminiscing) We never had a pool growing up. That excitement was reserved for hotel visits. We had so much more – beaches galore. Real beaches. Beautiful white soft sandy beaches that stretched for miles. There were sand dunes with the sharp green marram grass you avoided walking on. (It was the 80’s when we were still allowed to climb the dunes, not quite aware of the importance of preserving habitats and minimizing erosion.) Climbing those deep sandy mountains was such a workout. Our little skinny legs would tremble with exhaustion. Jumping down the dunes felt like flying. We must have slept well at night after those days at the beach. The energy used in exploring…climbing over and over again…walking and searching for beach treasures…and of course swimming. Our favourite beach was Basin Head. We parked up on the hill and walked a slight winding dirt trail down to a wooden pier with an arched metal bridge that hurt our