It's taken a while - a year in fact - but it is happening. The love that I feel for the mountains is now also the love that I am beginning to feel for the sea and my neighbourhood here.
Maroubra is not the shiniest of suburbs. Its inhabitants are of all races and creeds. Young mothers. Old Greeks. Vietnamese. Chinese. Korean. The young men with the brown backs and the tattoos emblazoned across their shoulders. The bent old woman who walks past every day with her shopping bags. Rich. Poor.
And the sea. Always the sea.
For the past few days there have been massive waves. I have never seen so many people as I have this week just standing up on the cliffs and gazing and gazing. People taking photos on their phones and on their big professional cameras.
Until today it was unsafe to surf but today the surfers are out there. They run to the rocks across the sand and then launch themselves into the water. I don't know much about surfing but I know that some of the people out there in all that blue are truly gifted.
I'm looking forward to documenting this new love of mine.. the sea and those who live near it.