SUMMER MEANT EXCITEMENT...
My favourite, summer holiday-spot in Queensland has been Caloundra on the Sunshine Coast, for as long as I can remember. More particularly, Golden Beach, where my grandparents owned a beach shack. Every Christmas we would pack up, along with various aunts, uncles and cousins, not forgetting of course grandad and grandma, meet up with more aunts, uncles and cousins and proceed to have a whale of a time. At least, we kids had a whale of a time. Apparently, that’s not quite how the adults remember it. Sometimes we’d go at Easter time but Christmas and those hot summers, complete with Christmas beetles and the buzz of cicadas, are the memories I recall most fondly. It seems it was only we children who thoroughly enjoyed sleeping on the floor or camping downstairs; trooping off for another glorious day at the beach; counting the hours till Santa (or the Easter Bunny) deliv...