DAILY PROMPT: WE BUILT THIS CITY
What do you love most about the city / town / place that you live in? What do you like the least about it? If you were mayor, what would be the most important problem you’d tackle? How would you tackle it?
I live in a small seaside town on the NSW north coast: blue Pacific Ocean, beaches of white sand that squeaks under your feet, National Parks, reserves, the laid-back atmosphere that Australian small towns are so good at. It’s peaceful. I love that.
To get there, you leave the highway at the nearest largish town and drive for about 30km along the river, and when you hit the sea, you’ve arrived. It’s the end of the line. No through traffic. Nothing much happening, come to that. Not everyone’s cup of tea, but it’s definitely mine.
There’s a convict-built gaol a few kilometres away, on the headland at the far end of Main Beach. The ruins of it. Granite. It was last used as an internment camp for those considered enemy aliens during WW 1, which sounds pretty grim, but the inmates seemed to make the most of it, with music clubs, theatre clubs, and generous access to the beach. Very few tried to escape, probably deterred by the fact that the nearest safe landfall would be Chile. The gaol is now part of the National Park, duly maintained as a tourist attraction (strictly without tacky promos, additions or tea rooms).
I have no desire to be mayor, since the Council Chambers are in the nearest largish town (definitely not my cup of tea), and the Council Area covers the whole region. But what I’d like to do is tell the Council to keep its sticky fingers off our corner of it. Fixing those roads that are currently hazardous to the suspension would be good, but other than that – STAY AWAY. Don’t land us with ‘beautification’ schemes designed to make the Town Planner’s CV look good at huge cost and no benefit to the town. Don’t allow more ‘developments’ on previous Crown land when half the new-builds in the place are still languishing for lack of buyers. And DON’T turn the kids’ park near the surf club into a parking area for the sake of tourists too lazy to walk to the beach in the four weeks of the year when the place is full.
However… My main problem with my place of residence is that I’m not there. The sun is shining, the water is warm, the waves are rolling in, and I’m still in Sydney. In a few days I (or mainly my wallet) will be welcomed with open arms at the Centre for Slicing and Dicing Eyes (or slicing and sucking, I’m told). I expected it to be all over by now, but no. Having one eye that can see and one that still prefers halos and fuzzy edges has caused ocular warfare over the wearing of glasses, and the only satisfactory answer is to have two that match.
So I’m online briefly, but on Wednesday, I start the whole process again.