Words and images by John W Moyle

The lumbering dunes of this coast, if watched to the time of rocks, would shift like water. The new boardwalk leading to beach was buried by sand within the year. My grandmother says some middens have been washed away, the new beach stairs are showing their foundations and they’ve moved the lifesaving club three times to stop it falling into the sea — all in the months since I’ve been home. She hands me the book she wrote about the area, which I’d been asking for, and a local map drawn in early…

John W Moyle

Writer and journalist publishing longform, data journalism, literary non-fiction and essays.

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