Dee Why beach is in the next bay up the coast from Curl Curl (which reputedly has less seaweed). The Australians chose unforgettable place names. We parked in the only available parking space on Oaks Avenue off the Pittwater Road, up a small cliff, where there was a tempting view:
Next to the oceanside pool were stone walled changing rooms; we wasted no time in getting our togs (as Chris calls them) off and our swimsuits on, and walked along to the sandy part of the shore, where parties of school kids were having surfing lessons:
That morning, the waves were perfect for this activity, though you had to watch out for the currents and know what you were doing. The back flow of the breaking waves had a powerful tug.
Chris and George stayed in the water for some time. I was more wary, hesitant to go out of my depth in case the currents and waves proved too strong for me. It was fun, but there was easier swimming to be had back at the rock pool, not at all crowded. I shared it with an elderly lady swimming freestyle and a family with a few months' old baby ... The photo below is now the backdrop on my computer screen! The dark shadows under the surface were patches of seaweed, rather than sharks.
Beyond the enclosing wall of the pool, the creamy surf tumbled and roared.
Before we left the beach to drive back to Marsfield we had time to sit under the parasols at a seafront café and enjoy a lunch of fish and chips.