CHAPTER 45
A BEACH BREAK
Lisa stared at the colourful beach huts known as bathing boxes at Brighton Beach in the upmarket suburb of Port Phillip Bay the next Saturday afternoon. Some people hired the boxes out to enjoy luxury at the picturesque beach and its surroundings. She’d spoken to a lifeguard once who had given her a history lesson, explaining that these huts dated back to the Victorian era as people in those days were modest and preferred to change in privacy.
The summer breeze feathered her cheeks. Children and families wandered around and inside the huts. Lifeguards sat around their posts and a range of other people lay on towels and sunbathed, read, or chattered, surrounded by their loved ones. Along the grassy foreshore, youths threw a ball or strolled along the sand. The sp
