Don’t jump to false conclusions, Ash.
The evolution of the beach house is quite complex both in social behaviour and law.
In Australia they started as places to spend time fishing swimming camping with family and friends.
They were makeshift structures build from what could be found and brought on the roof of a car.
They grew as the family grew. Makeshift.
These places developed into communities in many isolated places along the aus coast and in the bush.
My friends Jack and Joyce Plater did this with their grandfather on the north coast of NSW at a place now called Broomes Head.
The Plater family came from elsewhere each year to spend time together with their extended family and friends.
They build more permanent dwellings over the years and the local council sold them the land they had squatted on, connected electricity and water, sealed the road into the now village and put the place on the map.
A lot of towns grew up like that.
The new beach house is a remnant of that ideal and philosophy of family, friends and a place to escape the toils of work and cities.
There are still many of the old residences existing. They have weathered the storm of politics and invasion.
If a friend invites me to a beach house for a time I know what I’m in for and would never decline.
Can you imagine sleeping on an open veranda on a bunk, to wake at 5am to go fishing for the days food, eat brekkie as the sun widens its gape over the ocean, surf the break until lunch, cook a bBBQ of fish, sleep it off under a grove of she oak, walk the coast with friends in the late afternoon, more fish for dinner, a card game and a laugh to see the evening out. Then do it all again the next day. Stay as long as you want. If you’re the last to leave, close the door behind you. No key. Use the place when you want a break. Dress code is board shorts. Washing is done in the ocean when you swim. A pit toilet out back. Briengbwhat you need. No phone, no tv, no radio, no cars. No power, no strangers.