For me? The beach, hands down.
That sense of calm that washes over and through you as you gaze out at the water while the sand yields softly yet firmly to your toes. Because you must always be bare foot on the beach…
Beach is a way of life. It’s colour, it’s pared back chic, it’s mix and match, it’s full of different textures.
The glimpse of a beach from between apartment blocks as you stand on the footpath of a busy road makes you forget the chaos and congestion of Sydney.
Finding that hidden gem local beach and then lazing on it is a kind of priceless treat to self after a week of routine, responsibility and yes… Sydney traffic. I love you Sydney, but you have Traffic and Congestion that even I struggle to love unconditionally.
The beach is a magical place to children too. You don’t really need much more than your own two legs and bucket to have hours of fun when you’re there.
The Murray Rose Pool is not technically ‘the beach’ but it gives me everything I love about ‘proper beaches’ without the crowds.
Bondi Beach. How could you not love Bondi? It’s iconic, it’s beauty changes with the season and there’s always a diversity of people and pets strolling along it. It’s the people’s beach.
Over to you. Beach or Bush?