
In my family, you don't go to the beach for an hour.
There is no such thing as dropping your towel and sunnies on the sand and frollicking into the ocean for a quick dip.
When my family converges on the beach, it looks like we're planning to stay for five-to-seven business days.
There are beach cabanas (yes plural — there are seven of us and we are all giants). There are padded fold-out chairs. And there's an esky on wheels filled with waters and Gatorades as if we're planning on running a marathon and not… literally doing nothing.
Because when you don't live near a beach and you make the effort to get there, you have to make it count.
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Having grown up in the western suburbs of Sydney, the beach isn't one of a multitude of activities you do in a day. It IS the day.
And it was a conversation about this extensive setup that sparked one of the most polarising pieces to ever be published on Mamamia when Emily Vernem dared to write a piece titled, 'If you own a beach cabana, it tells me everything I need to know about you.' (You can read the full article here)Did I suggest she write this hilarious story in our editorial meeting? Yes.