Slurping our steaming coffee, we watched the passing parade on the promenade along Bondi Beach on a glorious Sunday morning near the end of winter.
Dogs tugging leads. Bodies. Slurp slurp. Girls dainty on trikes. Bodies. Slurp slurp. Boys macho on scooters. Bodies. Slurp slurp.
Dad noted all the planes taking off from Mascot and looping over Waverley Cemetery out over the Pacific in the general direction north. Dad worried about all the youngsters without an adult obviously present. Dad tried to name all the breeds of dogs bolstering their owner's ego.
I watched the bodies ...