SCP #61: Salt and Grease

I live in Melbourne's southern suburbs, and for those unfamiliar with our city there is a strange North vs South divide that sees people hating on residents on the other side of the river to themselves.  I have lived on both sides, and while I was a North-sider I spent a lot of time thinking the South was inferior. But then I moved across town and realised that I much preferred the South, and I barely think about the North at all, except when I have to travel over there to play a gig (which I'm doing tomorrow).  Because while I prefer to live South of the river Melbourne's live music scene is concentrated in the North. 

Now that I'm settled in Melbourne's south I don't think I could leave, and one of the things that keeps me here is being close to the beach.  Winter is my favourite time of the year for evening walks along the waterfront, when it is secluded and cold and you are rugged up against the wind.  To start this piece I made a mind map for sand, taken from yesterday's song, which led me to a winter evening, eating fish and chips on the beach with someone I love.