Sarah Lechte

KOA

It was rather ironic that the waves of nostalgia crept in when I was doing what I loved most in the world. Sitting out here on my faithful old logger, I turned my head to the far right and could just make out the dozens of well-oiled machines that had begun to pop up all over the headland. These were the mechanical monstrosities that had begun tearing down the centuries old ‘shacks’ that held so much history and many secrets. Within the blink of an eye, the surf shacks that had provided so many occupants over the years with a sense of security and serenity were gone. Lost to developers and mining magnates who were waiting for their approval to be granted which would allow them to drill into our precious ocean for oil and goodness knows what else.