A few months ago, I was walking to work in central Sydney, a city that is home to some of the most beautiful beaches in the world.
A man in a white jumper was walking the beach and I was a bit nervous.
The beach was so well manicured and groomed, I didn’t want to walk the length of it, but I was afraid that I might be walking into a beach house.
I’d heard of this kind of thing happening at other beach houses, and so I decided to just go for it.
For a while, I walked down the beach to take in the scenery.
I did notice that some of my friends and I had walked there before, and it seemed that we were the only ones in town who had never gone.
As the sun started to set, I realised that I’d probably walked on the wrong beach.
This is what it was like to walk on the beach.
Photo by Tim O’BrienThe next day, I decided that I needed to be more vigilant about walking the correct way, and I spent a few hours researching the beach house before I arrived.
After the sun set, and the waves had calmed down, I made my way back to the house.
I sat down at the kitchen table and read my guidebook.
“This is where you’ll spend the rest of your time.”
I started writing down directions, then I looked at my watch.
What I saw shocked me.
On the next day I walked back to my house, and was completely astonished.
It was around 9:30pm.
I was sitting at the sink, reading my guide.
In the morning, I would be working in the kitchen when I would find myself at the beach, looking at the gorgeous sand.
At first I thought it was just me imagining things, but then I realized that I was standing at the same spot on the same beach as my friends.
My friends had never even been there before.
I’d never been to this beach before.
Suddenly, my eyes were filled with awe.
Now, I had to walk to the beachhouse.
Dantela beach house, Sydney, Australia.
Photo courtesy of dantels beach house