The Dip At Tamarama Rocks

Ah, good. Now it has a name for me instead of a cumbersome explanation that loses people before you’re finished decribing the location. Oh yes, it really feels like my life is all coming together now. Finally.
The Dip.
On a hot Sunday my son & I went down and hung out with the happy people and their dogs without even realizing there was a name for it.

There are locals only spots, and then there are locals only spots. This is a locals only spot.
Clear as mud, I know, but stick with me. Tamarama ain’t exactly a secret, being one of Sydney’s prettiest and kinda well-​known beaches, not to mention its prime possie on the Bondi to Bronte coastal walk. Hell, you’ve probably walked past the dip a hunnerd times without knowing what you were looking at. Hiding in plain sight is the best hiding place of all, it seems. Just ask. .. I don’t know, Harry Potter or someone. I really needed a better example there.
BUT. As you hit Tama from Bondi way, cut down off the pavement and down the dirt path towards the rocks. Here’s a cracking little sunbathing area and a big, clean rock pool that’s great for a swim and normally has some great little dogs going for a paddle, sometimes a couple of little pugs if you’re really lucky. As you face out to see there’s rocks awash with water for about 20 or 30 metres, then waves and open ocean. Look hard at the rocks ahead and you’ll see a blue bit out near the far end. This, friends, is The Dip, a medium-​sized crevasse with a sandy bottom that’s like a hidden bath on calm days and a washing machine on big days. It’s rad, scary fun to pick your way out to The Dip when the swell is massive (while trying not to get bowled over by the waist-​high whitewater) and hanging out in the crevasse, ducking under when the waves crash and getting churned about against the moss.
Not for the faint-​hearted, but you’ll get mad local cred and feel like a big man on campus in front of the inevitable crowd when you emerge.