Australian Beaches, with their white strips of sand and pure blue water, form a charming and rather irresistible part of the country.
It was warm and sunny on Saturday afternoon. The time of the year has come, when the breezes in the air are no longer damp and cold, but carries with them a trace of warmth to announce the pending arrival of spring.
Catching the tram – one of the iconic forms of transportation in Adelaide – from the city down to Glenelg Beach, the thirty-minute journey passed quickly as we chatted in the crowded carriage full of beach-goers. As we stepped off the tram, the dazzling sunlight hit my eyes, and there it was, the beachfront stretching in front of me with such breathtaking beauty.
The jade blue ocean was separated from the sapphire sky neatly by the single line of horizon. Waves of blue and green were beating gently against the beach, leaving white foams upon the silver sand, washing away the shallow footprints left behind by laughing and splashing children. A line of Norfolk Pines towered on the edge of the beach, underneath their shade we sat, licking Wendy’s large ice-cream cones, leaning on the tree trunks contently, watching the exuberant collection of colour stretching into the distance.
Our walk on the jetty turned out to be very windswept. It was sunny yet the wind was blowing energetically, messing up our hair and making our coats billow. Laughing at one another’s now explosive hair-style, we leant on the side of the jetty, gazing into the distant stretch of deep blue sea, wishing that summer could be here sooner.