The Thousands

If you check the BOM (or go outside) you’ll find it really is warmer than yesterday (if you went outside yesterday). Yesterday it was spring. Now it’s summer. That is pretty much some kind of miracle. Now who do we thank for that? Probably not My Little Pony, she’s satanic! Now what to do with these long days of warm sunlight? Apart from the obvious, like screaming “my eyes! my eyes!” and finally cutting your jeans up to unleash those pasty Wolverine legs you’ve been hiding for the past 6 months? It’s beach time dudes, but not any old beach time, it’s the best time of beach times – it’s Second Valley beach time (echo) time, time, time (/echo).

Second Valley is a mystical valley among other mystical valleys, just down the coast about and hour and a bit from the CBD where the land spectacularly falls into the ocean. On your way there you can op shop at Yankalilla or Normanville, see Madonna and Child, eat fish and chips, or even hit balls if that’s your kind of thing, but the destination is really where it’s at.

The valley itself is a beautiful little cove strewn with old fishing sheds and rocky cliffs, as well as a fishing jetty inhabited mostly by old men killing squid. There’s a caravan park if you want a weekend camp out too but the real reason to head down to Second Valley is for adventure. Just a little scramble away from civilisation is your own rocky swimming hole where you can pretend to be a sexy Sicilian and nuddy up while jumping off the rocks into the deep blue. There’s nothing quite like slapping the ocean from a great height. Take your boyfriend there, think about me.