I remember We walked to the beach along Tramway Parade. We cut across country from tho back of Keys Street and heading toward Half Moon Bay. "Beaumaris Tramway closed in 1915."
Half Moon Bay, Balcombe Park Bushland Reserve, Beaumaris, on the border of Black Rock, receives its name from its crescentic shape of the 350 metres long bay. I had some experiences in that bay, from almost drowning trying to rescue a child's blow-up ball from the rip to being circled by a shark. It is a relatively safe beach despite those incidents
Walking home along Railway Parade, which I remember as predominately an unmade sandy strip with a few last remaining tram tracks, I'd enjoy the scrub, wattle in bloom, wildflowers, and birdlife.
Ah, we had fun. Childhood years spend living near a beach. The natural and historical assets of Beaumaris nurtured me well.
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