Bronzed bodies, slick surfers, aged but eager retirees, water babes, health aficionados and all weather swimmers but above all the iconic and ever present life guards in their characteristic red and yellow colours, ever ready to go out there and snatch someone back from the ferocious force of the waves and the surf.
Can you guess what I am talking about and where this might be? It is one of the world's top beaches, Bondi Beach, home of the series, the bods and all those who have made it in Ozzie life. Named after an Aboriginal word Boondi meaning "water breaking over the rocks."
We walked along, we popped into the older buildings on the shore line to admire the faded pictures of how much the area had changed, we took in an exhibition of orchids and birds, we dipped our feet in the water- it was perhaps a little cool for anything more, though there were many who thought otherwise.
We strolled along the entire length of the beach and then headed up into the headlands, with the most photogenic rocks around, sculpted just so, by eons of fierce winds and wild tempests. We passed the Bondi Icebergs, the all year round swimming venue. We saw the beaches of Tamarama and Bronte. We encountered pups and older dogs, dog walkers from the East End of London - know what I mean wink wink, and got blown away by the views, the winds and the palpable sense of entitlement and well being that the area oozed out of its salty pores.
There is little doubt that this is the place that epitomises the good life, the fun life and the healthy life of a lot of aspiring Aussies. I would not say no to it myself.