The Thousands

Before we go any further, we’ve got to enter a verbal contract promising that you’ll never leave a trace of rubbish at the place I’m about to try to convince you to hang out at. This verbal contract also states that you’re not allowed to go there when I’m bossing out a first date. OK.

When you get to Wattamolla, don’t go there. Park in the top car park and take the only trail you see. You’ll go past two huge round things, maybe water tanks, ignore them, there’s nothing behind them. Keep walking and you’ll see natural forming clay and a gapping slice out of the earth, and then… nothing… just yourself on the fringe of a cliff with a huge expanse of ocean, all swelling towards you and crashing against the cliff a looooong way down.

Look around again, you’ll see illegitimate ways down. They don’t go all the way down, but they go somewhere better. Your own little cave, half safe from sun and completely overlooking the edge of Australia with a view of the end of the world. You’ll never feel clearer.