That was our family’s ritual chant whenever we left MacMaster’s Beach after our annual holiday. We owned a holiday house there—in fact, as we lived in church houses growing up, it was really our family home, even though we only lived there for a couple of weeks a year. Macs spoiled me for any other beach, anywhere, but even so, I never feel so relaxed and at home and as exhilarated as when I am by the beach. But I can’t imagine ever affording to live beachside. My parents sold Macs (our little fibro shack) years ago, but I still dream about it.