When we go down south our favourite beach to swim at is a beach we’ve always called Little Meelup.

As long as I’ve known it, I’ve never known it by any other name.

I think it’s what Mum called it growing up – she grew up in Vasse – and so naturally we’ve followed suit.

In fact, I thought everyone called it that, and maybe they do, but I realised that maybe they don’t when we were recently in Dunsborough.

I’d arranged to meet my friend at Little Meelup.  You can’t miss it, I said, just take the first turn off on the way to Meelup.

She missed it.
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It isn’t signposted.

And even though there were quite a few people enjoying the quiet waters, even a wedding party stopping to take photos among the rocks, I started to feel as if Little Meelup had become our secret beach.  Our private beach.

You never know, maybe our family are the only ones to call it Little Meelup.

It’s okay.

We’ll share.

Just take your rubbish when you leave.  🙂