Dec 30, 2013


The bustle of Hastings, an open beach, the rainforest and the rumble of a storm on the horizon. The run to water over hot sand, the sting of sea lice, the burn of the sun and the flick of a fish's tail. Gentle waves and patches of seaweed, fresh seafood on the boardwalk by day and ice-cream by night. Sand between your toes, books to read and walks around the cove. There's something magical about this time of year- the humidity's high, the ocean iridescent, people congregate and fairy lights line the trees on the street. It's peak season and there's nothing like it. 

Ana Kras

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