Quicksilver is of course a well known brand of beachwear, but it's easy to see the inspiration behind the name. As the waves crash into the setting sun, they seem to become heavy as though made of mercury.
I didn't ask her how long she'd been surfing, but I reckon it was long enough so she'd know what a femlin was in old time surfie talk, and it's a long time since a board rider was called a surfie come to think of it!
I've never fully understood how the beach manages to change it's mood to match the time of day, but by evening, after the freneticism of the blues and greens of the ocean all day it just sort of mellows, and chills a bit.
At Moffat Beach, the apartment is called Norfolks, and it didn't take very long for me to work out why. For those unfamiliar with the trees they are Norfolk Pines (Araucaria heterophylla) not a true pine, but endemic to Norfolk Island.
In the 1950's they were brought to Australia and became a part of our coastal vernacular planting after what must have been a marathon effort by someone to ensure that every coastal town got its fair share.
I can't say why we all chose to rock-hop round the point, there's a perfectly good path just a few metres away, but there's just something 'beachy' about stumbling over the stones and slipping on the sandy bits that we all find quite attractive.
I really like watching the passing parade late in the afternoon. It's winter, perfect weather, some are dressed for summer, some are dressed for snow, I was wearing shorts and rubber shoes as a defence against the chill.