It’s named after the Aboriginal word to bathe and before white man arrived it was their billabong, their water hole, their immersion place.
It’s where people come to wade and swim and see what lies beneath.
Where children search for crabs and sea urchins around the ring of rocks.
It’s where parents stand on the edge and watch their toddlers play.
Where ladies chat …
Or find a quiet corner to float on their back.
And when the tide comes in and the bogey hole disappears it becomes a hidden pool where only the locals know where to swim.