This is the bridge over Back Creek.
My father and I crossed it more than a time or two when I was a kid, to go fishing here, on back beach.
Now my grandchildren jump from high point when the tide’s up – a rite of passage as each one reaches a suitable age, hours of fun for the initiated. My father would be thrilled.
This is the bridge over the creek behind Main Beach,
leading to a path over the dunes.
Easier, though, to paddle across where the creek meets the sea, which is about here.