A paddock full of cows
When I was youngish, say 8 or 9 my Dad used to take me and some of my friends to Gaire Beach, South of Sydney most weekends in summer. Gaire was a great beach, clean and long, golden sands, bugger all rubbish left lying around, clean surf and not crowded.

After the standard swim and a bit of a body surf my mates and I would go for a walk along the beach while the old man waited with towels and beach gear and watched the ocean.

We thought he thought we where just exuberant youthful young fella's who needed to burn off energy but, there was another thing about Gaire that turned it from being a good beach into a fucking stupendous beach. It was a topless beach.

As a group we would wander the mile of so beach in and out of the sun bakers, looking for norkage. And upon reaching the rock pools at the other end, would discus the views we had seen and walk back on a track past the best 20 or so sets on offer.

One weekend, as we took the post swim trot, we came across (we where less than 9 so not that "came" across) a real hot body, asleep in the sun, totally NUDE! Oh how pleased we where and after rather frantic discussion at the rock pools about this we in single file walked back and forward past the fully displayed poonage and got our 9 year old fill.

After that the tata viewing changed into find the naked chick searching, and unfortunately we never stumbled across another unwrapped fur burger again. But, the excitement we used get at finding the white pointers never returned. The muff stuff ruined it for us.

On a side note, one time, for reasons I don't remember, I didn't go for the obligatory walk but, waited with my old man and watched the ocean. I then found out, that the sun baking bresticles also went for swims and the site of fully developed unbound girlies emerging from the water and then jogging up the beach back to their chosen sun baking location was much better than those laid out immobile on the sand.

I then also realized my old man knew exactly what we where up to but, with the wisdom of ages was doing the same thing with less energy and better outcome.

It was like the old bull and the young bull standing on top of the hill looking at a paddock full of cows.

"Fwoah" says the young bull "lets run down the hill and fuck one of those cows"

"How about we walk down this hill and fuck ALL of those cows" replied the old bull.

Length, 1.6 kilometers or just under a mile of beach.
(bad_advice QOTW survivor from the first trollocost!, Fri 7 May 2010, 10:15, 4 replies)

A topples beach?
I now have images of large chested weebles unable to stand upright!
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Fri 7 May 2010, 10:19, closed)

good pick up
or is that crap spelling
now fixed.

Just click it ok!
(bad_advice QOTW survivor from the first trollocost!, Fri 7 May 2010, 10:21, closed)

Damn you ninja edit!
The image will remain. I've gotten quite used to it now.
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Fri 7 May 2010, 10:31, closed)

This
Is a fantastic, moving, poigniant story, and very wise.

I expect a full version, with photographic illustration and a cross-referenced index on my desk by Monday morning.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 7 May 2010, 10:38, closed)

This is what happens
if you leave a bloke to write "Take a Break" magazine.

*clicks*
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Fri 7 May 2010, 10:57, closed)