tales

Most people at Wedge take this entry to the beach as being there forever. Believe it or not in the early days this particular area was covered in very thick and impenetrable acacia Cyclopsis. It was so dense there was no way to the beach...

My parents built a shack out of rocks an odd thirty years ago and lived their breeding little surf rats such as Owen and Cameron (my Brothers). Finally in October 1993 I was born and when I was 48 hours old my parents brought me...

Absolute freedom!, away from the city life (lights, sirens, technology etc), community spirit, completely casual, on the beach, family there...

It was one of those magic Saturday mornings at Wedge, warm and calm, with all the kids from surrounding shacks out exploring and making contact with their neighbours’ offspring. This was the case with Greg & Pat Greens three boys and our two sons Greg &...

Dad spent a lot of time up at Wedge talking to anyone about Wedge and the virtues of being a member of WIPA. We always had people dropping into the shack to discuss the latest news or issue, or just to catch up. On one...

On this day I had as a crew member Paul Lockyer in my “YellowTerror” on a trip to catch a Jewie or two. Now Paul was a dedicated beach fisherman with considerable success. This day we headed out deep and began the fishing for some big...

On Sunday the 27th of December, I went fishing with the well known great fisher, Rosco. It started out when we went out to sea and had found a little boat in the secret spot. Isabella yelled out ‘Hey You Get Out Of Our Spot’. We drove...

We built our first shack in the 60s and as was the norm it was designed to ensure it was difficult to break in to. All windows and doors were barred from the inside, exterior wall were of full sheets of flat galvanised iron and...