Emma Bowen

Property of a Lady

Property of a Lady I grew up surrounded by bushland not far from the beach. The water was clear and cold for 9 months of the year, and cloudy and warm as the post christmas holidays winds and waves finally swept the cold currents away, replacing it with big surf, sand filled swirling sea and water at 21 degrees that you could stay in for hours and still feel your toes. My parents had changed our life from a city to a country one. All we understood was that we could surf more easily and wetsuits were a form of everyday clothing. For them, I realise in hindsight, it was a lifeline.