Beaches are Calling

Dominion, Volume 30, Issue 47, 19 November 1936, Page 7

Beaches are Calling

Lazy days . . . dreamy days . . . when the next meal is unimportant . . . when nothing matters but a blue sky and the warm caress of sand trickling over brown limbs. . . . These are the days of easy conversations and friendships based on full silences, days which make up ten times over for the slushy streets and driving rain of autumn, winter and spring. In Wellington we are more jealous of our sun than cities farther north, which bake week-long in sultry heat. Here, we know of a mischievous little wind that leaps up behind the hills and blows cold draughts over naked backs and shoulders. All the more reason, then, to seize and enjoy the fleeting hours when it is too idle even to tease.