Skate Boarding
I live in a small and breathtakingly beautiful beachside town on the far east coast of Australia. It is famous for its pristine surf beaches, alternative lifestyle and the bohemian gypsies who flocked to the area in the 1970s and never left.
Every evening at sunset, local skaters gather at the beachfront car park where hippies beat at drums to call out the closing of another day in paradise. Tourists gather to watch the sun setting over the distant mountains, and skaters of all ages, who have devised their own unspoken dusk ritual of sharing the car park with the coming and going of holiday makers, and locals in cars as constant as the waves that crash on the shoreline.
