Obelisk Beach

Raining, windy, cool! Total bliss after the last few days cremating! The water was beautiful! Parking no problems today, 2 others there and $ 4 for 24 hours because the machine is damaged! Now off for coffee. Craig keeps saying he can’t believe you have to pay for parking. Obviously he hasn’t been here since he left high school…

Do you love getting nude?
Do you lament the restricting nature of contemporary underwear and long to let your skin breathe under God’s blue sky, as nature intended afore Eve bit from the poisoned apple and condemned us to a life of self-​awareness, shame and rhine-​stoned Gucci t-​shirts?
Well, have I got the place for you: Obelisk Beach, one of Sydney’s very few havens for the pants-​free lady and gentleman. You’d barely know this place existed but for a sign on Middle Head Road down towards Chowder Bay. Pull the car over, skip down a short bush path and there she blows, a tiny, beautiful stretch of sand where you can shed those duds, spread those legs and wave at the Manly ferries as they chug by with their load of gawking tourists with their telephoto lenses. There’s even a little hollowed out area in the shrubbery that serves as a changing room.
No camping, fires or pets are allowed, but wangs and hoo-​hoos aren’t just okay — they’re welcomed! Wee!