IT IS such a simple thing, but I get a certain pleasure every time I cross the bridge. I briefly glance towards Cape Woolamai, check for fishing boats at the jetty and wonder what birds will be feeding in the shallows.
Today I have crossed to San Remo to walk the beach from the jetty towards the open sea.
I make my way along the path below San Remo Fisherman’s Co-op and take the stairs down to the beach. Two fancy fishing boats speed noisily towards the bridge while a tourist jetboat roars out along the channel. Several smaller fishing boats remain motionless off the sand bar.