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The Yallingup Chain by Wayne Leary

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1984 The Yallingup chain.

The Yallingup Chain

Well its that time of year again –grossmass  an new year – cetra . Big dollar boys in over drive to push US critters  much harder twards   the end of year  $ $ corall –yippee kie  yo. Stress –anxiety –negativety not nuf muny –not  nuf jobs , but plenny  Verry pretty shiny  goods . –Telly blitzkreig on the masses and messes an missus .Doan miss out on yr PORK an  the restuvit .

Enee way -this time o yeer muh  thorts turn to going down south then  GEDAWAY –creekture of rabbit . As so menny do . Sometimes get a bookin early –pends on work –sumtimes not and stuck in Perf for the duration of the xmas curfew big ritual lockdown.  

Mostly fr me its YALS and  the magic Cape and the trek out to BUNKERS abbay –bewt breakfast down there lookin down the EAGLE wishin the farm wood break like in 68 while was havin me salt n pepper squid an summertimes bacon an eggs fr winter.  3 cups a coffee n  tee fr Simone . Paid that an walkin down thru the crunchy white san grounded ing the feet – take off the  shoos a coarse .Paddle in the  pure sparling  salt water –lil wave splashin the baggies . Shoulda stuck ta surfin stead getting fat and not fit anymore – shit if I paddled out anywhere now oid drowm meself . All these bloody people. Wear d they come from -shit – I never seen any o these peeple before in 67 . The all look like they oan the bloody place . Half em wouldn noa  kangaroo paw fit bit em . Godda get back to the car Sims gettin grouched off wiv the flies . I toll er wait while I take some snaps to show me dog back in the burbs. Gonna miss bunkers an the rocks an the blu foam  shiny rollers n gnarly trees .

Gonna be in Perf this year cus uh didn book.   —- but when we stay down its usually Seashells or Pullmans .They got nice mon things in those places . Seeshells at YALS got the luvely garden yu walk thru and takes yu down to the big granite bay at YALS. -Doh no how many times I done that but it alwise takes away my breathing when I see the bay again  . Som time big boomers roldin in an crashin an sprayin against the reef .The beautifull roar of it–jus like the crowd on gran final daze . Awl this force jus comin an comin into the bay. An the smell of the air –salty n clean –best in the world. An then up the beach further spray misst an Rabbits doin a mini pipeline –tubin an dumpin onta the beech an makin the wave dirty cause of the RIP  – GAAD  ya just stan there an stear like a dumb dog –totally STOKED!

Onna way back from YALS bay i allays stopt in the Caves House garden near the wooden   bridge an just up a bit onna boosh track is the faymus Yallingup chain .Got the first pic in 1984 -chains loose with thu gun tree then in lay tuh yeers its gettin covered by gum flesh .Got all the pixtures for you can look to for  natures  stayin in for us dummies an digital dickheads.

Soaze I sed  this yeer will be havin a daydream stead uh  goin down south . Just dreemin bout what stuff I did otha daze. That’s cool – y doan  have to drive anywhere n hafta drag yr  bloody carcass thru treacle and tic toc .

Coupla  yeers ago we stayed at Pullmans . Bit of a drive out of busso but not too far , reelly spread out –shoulda made It taller so y could sea eagle bay an bunkers from the cubes. Good tucker thair . Lotsa brekky stuff anna mesh -een at makes toast ! Comin nite time PITCH  blak in the boosh lookin for mealtime people in the Otherside O the Moon .Eddy teslas on. A  bit   dull tho  ,savin joos i gess . Bak to the room an sleepin -doze  in off listnin to the waves boomin down on the eagle sans .Boom -boom boom . Boomer bay . Kelp washin in from the banks , samon runnin in close to thu beech .Flashin in the moons lite.

Godda go bak ta Perf now wid gum treez flashin me past -goin over  duh  bichumin on on on thru thuh winding run  along CAPE NATCH ROAD . Jees gonna miz all this wen eye DIE an  carnt  come bak  again. Vee yoos  thru the gums to  EAGLES , MEELS and ROCKIE  – roads off to those places -all promises fr nex winta fie can get me arse out of bed an down south again. Simoans sleepin an i gotta drive hoam  again  -shit.   White lines , white lines n bloody bitumin.

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