Venus on a surfboard
She was ‘Venus on a surf board’ tall slim tanned legs for miles long blond hair in her snug fitting white bikini and good really really good ……
I watched her out at sea down at Kings beach really in a league all of her own leaving the handful of other surfers out there handling those choppy waves paling in the glow of her razzle dazzle
She just ate those waves up . She’d ride in all grace and style attacking each wave with gusto, zig- zagging the board this way and that as she moved confidently and exhilarantly through the water, firmly in control
Full of energy and vitality no sooner did she ride one wave out almost completely to shore then she was back out to catch another break.
I watched in awe, mesmerized ,glad to see a sister at the top of her game in her chosen passion in what is still predominantly a male dominated sport and I wasn’t alone . She had also attracted a small bevy of bloke onlookers and I smiled as I listened to their awestruck commentary thinking for sure she must look like the complete embodiment of some blokes fantasies .Barbie on a surf board only on this girl there were no little geisha feet all sloped permanently into pointy- toed position to fit into high heels . This girls feet were planted squarely and firmly flat on her surf board as she ate up those waves and showed the ‘Kens’ out there how it was done .
As Venus finally emerged from the surf with her board under her arm she walked towards us nonchalantly seemingly completely unaware of the stir she was causing.
She came right up close to where we were standing and as she passed the men watched her in appreciative awe- struck silence though I did hear one bloke say to his mate “and to think I wasn’t going to come to the beach today .”
As I moved on up along the beach track I came across her again as she stood under a beach shower wringing the salt water out of her blond pony tail.
I couldn’t resist expressing my enthusiasm
“You looked amazing out there “I called out to her …Awesome .I’m inspired”
She smiled back in a warm friendly natural unaffected way “thanks so much”she said appreciatively ….
“A group of blokes near where I was standing were also REALLY impressed” I added mischievously
She laughed out loud and said something that sounded like ‘That can Happen’
I didn’t doubt it happened .Often. I am sure she was fairly used to being the centre of adoring male attention.
The exchange lifted my spirits and I was inspired couldn’t wait to plunge in to the ocean myself .
My ocean antics were nothing as glamorous or show stopping however. They comprised of plunging into the still ocean water depths at one of the Lifesaver flags at Bullcock Beach and drifting lazily with the currents down to the shallows near the other Life Saver Flag then climbing out walking back up the beach and doing this over and over . I felt happy and relaxed though grateful to be finally in the cool water appreciating the cool breeze feeling the cleansing refreshing ocean like silk caressing my skin , melting my cares, supporting me as I floated weightless in the currents
It was an overcast day and the ocean was pretty choppy and wind whipped and it was even slightly raining at one point but that didn’t seem to deter too many people as I surveyed the beach action all around me .
The young surf lifesavers were going through their rubber ducky rescue manoeuvres ,the kite surfers at Happy Valley were making the absolute most of the squally weather gliding leaping twirling pirouetting about creating this fantastical colourful ballet spectacle making these amazing feats of skill and strength look effortless and so much fun and , the groups of young girls in their fashion bikinis were dive bombing in tandem and squealing with gay abandon , elderly couples and parents with kids picnicking and paddling in the shallows all dancing to the tune of the rhythm of life according to their own particular note.
I saw how interconnected we all were as we connected and communed with the ocean each in our different ways and suddenly felt like I was in one of those busy action filled beachy scenes in a page from a Where’s Wally book e.g. Where’s Wendy ?
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