Above Forrest Beach

Forrest Beach
I grew up down here. When I was a young boy, my dad use to take myself and my brother here to go hunt blue manna crabs along this beach. It brings back some sensational memories, and one particular time when a crab decided that it was going to have a go at chomping on my finger. Ouchie!!

Sometime I have to pinch myself while flying up and down this coastline. The bluest waters, the whitest sands that continue over the horizon, we really are very fortunate.