Marine Parade's a bittersweet stretch of turf and surf.
Sweet because it's beautiful, bitter because it's also a chancy seductress.
Its surf rises, dumps, then retreats harder than it advances. Locals know it's a "look don't touch" beach - but do visitors? I sometimes wonder whether we need to adopt a more bather-beware stance.
A UK-born colleague of mine told me his young family swam in said waters when they first arrived in the Bay, completely oblivious to the danger.
On Tuesday scores of people witnessed the risk and outcome first-hand as the Lowe Corporation Rescue Helicopter retrieved the body of a man who'd drowned in front of his wife just off the parade about 3pm.