Over the last few days, the ocean has reminded us just how powerful she is — a true force of nature. Even those who’ve ventured in only knee-deep have felt her strength, pushing back and pulling forward in her endless rhythm. And then there are the brave ones, like Snoopy’s Surf Safari crew, Dave P and others who take her on with fearless joy. I wish I had that courage, because deep down, I want to be like water too — fluid, adaptable, alive.
She’s big, she’s wild, and I love the fine mist she throws into the air, a salty perfume that drifts across Manly Beach. There’s an eerie beauty when she’s in one of her moods — a kind of electric wildness that overtakes this place. The excitement here is palpable, no matter her temperament: whether she is gentle and glassy, rough and ready, or stormy and defiant.
What I love most is how, despite her untamed energy, people still run straight into her arms. Some frolic in the waves, letting the salt and spray wash over them, grinning like children. Others stand at a distance, simply watching in awe, feeling her presence without getting wet.
And somehow, she brings us all together. There’s a certain magic in gathering on the sand, united by our love for this great, unpredictable blue. Strangers become friends over shared swims, nods of acknowledgment, or a quick chat about the swell.
All the smiles speak for themselves, come on down and discover the magic!
Deb x
P.S – does anyone know what those concrete circles are that have appeared near the ramp?