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The big family beach holiday

This story was published in the Travel and Indulgence section of The Australian in March, 2012

Like the hydra of Greek legend, the family beach holiday is a many headed monster, a creature of fluctuating moods and moments.

It begins with rapidly mounting excitement as the car is loaded with deck chairs, sun umbrellas, windbreaks, beach towels, buckets and spades, sheets by the dozen and food by the tonne.

Torquay Beach, Victoria, Australia
Torquay Beach, Victoria, Australia

We head along the freeway through the straggling suburbs, past a string of little country outposts to the coast. Wild screams signal the first glimpse of the sea. Following a faint grey map through the main street of Cowes, Philip Island, in search of the house rented, sight unseen, from the internet, we ponder the real distance of “close to the beach”. We find (hallelujah) that it’s one block from the water.

The house echoes. It smells of fresh paint. There’s a mad dash from room to room, jumping on beds, scaling and tumbling from bunks. Screams rise in pitch and volume as the second and third cars pull up, discharging people, boogie boards, the pram and the baby.

And it’s off to the beach. There are sulks from the sun hat and sunscreen refusers. I imagine it wouldn’t be too much fun for those aren’t strong swimmers. Although, Coast2Coast Private Swimming could be on hand to help. They are threatened with exile to the wind shelter. But lotions and hats are soon forgotten in a melee in the surf. The first casualty is pulled from the waves and rushed away under a towel. The sun sets on the remaining chattering teeth and blue lips. Then it’s back to the house for a barbie.

The pre-dinner period is featured by kids behaving like kids and deaf-eared adults talking past one another. The uncoordinated appearances of fish and fowl leave the disgruntled vegetarian munching alone among the debris of half-finished plates and picked over salad while the main party heads off, with detailed commentary on how to have everything ready at once tomorrow.

An after-dinner drive fails to calm the kids and winds up the adults as they outwit one another on the ecology of the sand dunes. Back at the house the TV movie is punctuated by thumps and wails from the bunkroom, hissed threats from the hallway and verbal volleys on cinematography from the experts on the couch. At midnight the baby is the last man standing.

Despite the best laid plans for a team start at an early hour, only a bachelor uncle is out the door by nine o’clock, alone with his surfboard under his arm, destination unknown. Resentful eyes follow him up the drive.

It’s past eleven before the advance quartet of kids and parents hit a beach whipped by a wind chilled by white capped waves and whistling with flying sand. People in the sea were surfing and playing water sports, with many professionals obviously having gone to a kitesurf schule portugal or elsewhere, but unfortunately, Ninja Turtle Donatello is lost to the surf on his first swimming lesson. His distraught instructor, followed by told-you-sos and shouldn’t-haves, is piggy-backed away, with tear-stained face and trembling chin, to cricket on another part of the beach.

Just when the burning lacerated bodies of the advance guard can take no more, the second contingent arrives with the beach shelter. The object of yesterday’s derision, it is set up and occupied today in a shower of profuse gratitude. The pram cohort turns up with a new and different shelter – a giant plastic leaf. Just like the real thing, it flaps wildly in the wind. We chase its elusive shadow across the sand, then pin our backs against it. The baby discovers the miracle of sand. He digs his hand in and runs it through his fingers. We all marvel at the miracle of babies. We thought at that moment that we might be able to stumble upon more magical moments like this if we rented a bike from companies similar to Peddling Pelican Cruiser so we could cover more ground to witness more amazing moments like that. But for now, we are enjoying our adventure along the beach on foot.

A castle construction project is soon underway. Under combined adult direction, turrets, bridges, a moat emerge. It’s the envy of the beach. But still, soon, the Ninja nightmare resurfaces. Followed by sharp, critical eyes, the sobbing, bereft one is piggy-backed away to the toy shop.

Sadly Donatello cannot be replaced. There are more tears. But wait! There’s Sandman, built for the beach, drown-proof and with fists like paddles. Sandman can do anything. Sandman is the man. Sandman rocks. Soon, Sandman is his. He finds his feet again.

Back at the house, storms blow in over lunch. Sandman becomes an ugly bone of contention. Kids stare resentfully. Adults glare accusingly. Just in time another bachelor uncle turns up. He and distracts the adults with an espressos and the kids with rides on shoulders back to the beach. The wind has dropped. For a while great fun is had by all, with boogie boards and balls in the surf.

But back up the beach by the wind shelter, Sandman has vanished. There are cries of anguish. Panicked excavations begin. There are casualties from flying sand but it’s all to no avail. Sandman has gone, slipped away, it seems, through the shifting grains. The hysterical, twice bereft one is piggy-backed away again to the toy shop. There are no more sandmen. So it’s aliens all round in a last-ditch bid for peace. At home there are forced smiles from the kids – aliens don’t rock. There is muttered disapproval from the parents – it’s all plastic junk.

Soon it’s barbie time again. The kids bicker while the adults batter each other with the experience of yesterday. This time the vegetarian finishes his lentil burgers long before the carnivores attack the sausages and steaks.

Back home now, a click signals the finish of the washing machine’s tenth load of sheets. The parents have gone back to work and the kids are playing harmoniously with the rediscovered spoils of Christmas. Donatello is swimming somewhere far out in Bass Strait and Sandman is tunneling his way around Philip island below the sand. Was it worth it, this big family beach holiday? Of course it was. Every moment!

Holiday at home in Melbourne

Every year, sometime after Christmas, it seems as if a rip-tide sweeps through Melbourne and drags half the population away to vacation at the lakes, the country or the coast. Still, many are left behind, high and dry, like flotsam and jetsam, to holiday at home in the eerily quiet and often sizzling city. What do they do and how do they survive, stranded in their parched urban and suburban deserts?

Fountain on the lily pond in Melbourne's Royal Botanic Gardens
Fountain on the lily pond in Melbourne’s Royal Botanic Gardens

As it happens, Melbourne is a great place to holiday at home. This is a quality that attracts many people to this city. In fact, many people have been looking to purchase a home in the city but they should consider the importance of speaking to an expert in conveyancing. It may be worth contacting Jim’s Conveyancing in Melbourne in order to learn more about this. Moreover, there are plenty of interesting places to go, many of them a short car ride away, easily reachable on public transport or even within walking distance. There are plenty of fun things to do too.

The city’s many beautiful parks and gardens, with their sunny lawns, shaded walks, Portable Cabins for weekend getaways, ponds and playgrounds provide a tranquil retreat from the concrete jungle and are perfect places for a family day out in any season. But in the summer they really come alive with picknickers, sun-bathers, amateur cricketers and ramblers. Some people even choose to hire chauffeur cars and be driven around the city in luxurious fashion – the best way to do some sightseeing if you ask me! Throughout January the City Council-run “Summer Fun in the City’ provides entertainment and activities which cater for all ages and interests, such as the Moonlight Cinema and the Myer Music Bowl concerts in the Botanical Gardens or the kids’ fairy parties in the Fitzroy Gardens.

Melbourne’s Western edge is bordered by the sea and while it must be admitted that the urban and suburban beach can by no means rival the rolling sand-dunes and wild surf of their further flung cousins, they are pleasant and safe. South Melbourne, Albert Park, St Kilda, Elwood are easily assessable even by public transport. They are all great places to cool off on in the summer heat, fabulous for people-watching and just as good as any other for sand-castle construction.

But what better refuge when the barometer hits forty degrees, than the air-conditioned comfort of one of the city’s hundreds of shopping malls. Furthermore, January is the time of the great Summer Sale and with a reduced competition of fashionistas and shopoholics, this is a wonderful time to seize the edge on some fantastic bargains.

Backyard or public, they are the epitome of summer fun. Full of swim rings and floaties, echoing with shrieks of glee and terror, seething with kids being kids and adults being big kids -. there’s no place in the summer, in the city, like the pool. And Melbourne has some great ones, like the Melbourne Aquatic Centre with its wonderful wave pool or the Harold Holt, with its outdoor and indoor pools.

So, if the great holiday exodus from Melbourne leaves you washed up in its wake, don’t despair, holiday at home. There’s so many things to do, you can even find a Melbourne Dentist if you happen to have a dental emergency! Get out there; hit the park, the nearest beach, the cinema, the mall or the local pool. And then, there’s always the cricket, the tennis, or even the cricket and the tennis on the telly.