I spent a good part of my childhood at Bondi: hot chips on the sand, chasing seagulls with my brothers and sisters, Mum forever talking about catching the tram down to the beach. Those golden afternoons are stitched into every one of these stories.
I write cozy mysteries set in postwar Bondi, 1947 - The Wagging Tail and Blue's Bondi Beat - first of all for my wife, who loves a good cozy, and then for anyone else who'd like to spend an afternoon by that same sparkling water.
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