Margaret River beaches are some of Australia’s best and a recent trip down south where we sampled a few of them got me thinking about shampoo.
Hear me out.
Expensive holiday shampoo
A few years back a very beautiful hairdresser managed to convince me to buy some expensive shampoo from her store with mint leaves infused into it.
“It’s like taking a holiday every time you shower,” she said. “So refreshing.”
Blinded by her smile and suggestive ways, I forked over an obscene amount of money and walked out feeling a bit duped. But that night when I lathered this pricey shampoo up in the shower I was transported to another plane of existence.
The mint infusion was like having a bucket of ice cold water tipped over my scalp. It was shockingly good. The feeling lasted for a few hours and when I went to bed I fell into a deeply relaxed sleep. She was right. It was just like taking a holiday.
Margaret River beaches have me reminiscing
The memory of this little episode came to me very strongly when I went for a swim at Gnarabup Beach, a relaxed spot just outside Margaret River in Western Australia’s South-West region where we were having a mini-break.
Hot white sand. Rolling dunes iced with saltbush. Dark blue water shot with topaz shallows. The coastline curving left and right like a crab claw. Margaret River beaches are uniformly beautiful.
There was Carmen, and me, and our friend Kim who’d come to stay a night with us sitting on beach towels in the midday sun reading books, applying sunscreen and listening to the slow lapping of the tide.
When it got too hot I whipped off my shirt and went down to the sea for a quick dip. The air temperature was in the low 30s, but the water was ice cold. It took my breath away as I walked deeper and deeper, water rising up my thighs till it started to hit vital areas and make me shiver.
Floating on the feeling
I dove outward and knifed down into the water, below the blue layer, down to the sandy bottom where I kicked and kicked and sped straight along till I had to come up for air.
The top of my head was as cool and cold and tingling as if I’d doused it with a double shot of that shampoo. I dove back down again and again recharging the sensation till I lay on my back and stared at the sky. Weightless, relaxed, perfect and clean.
Now whenever I wash my hair I think of Margaret River beaches and that elusive feeling.