B.B. in those early days was much more simple than today. The Rimes, Grangers,Elliotts, Smiths, Loutets were the only residents. The Cowherd house was there, but seldom occupied. The youngsters had to make their own fun, which they did. The great event of the summer was the row to Horseshoe Bay and back after a hotdog and ice cream. No power boats in those days. The remains of the hotel were on the “Point”. Myrna Bloomsfield was to be found in her cabin in the real forest. Getting to B.Beach was really hard work, boat from H.Bay and then packing all one’s goods from the beach; quite a change now to be able to drive to one’s door in spite of a horrible road which gets worse yearly.Electric light and telephones were unheard of but everyone enjoyed having lovely pure water; the lines had been laid by a Mr Norman I believe.

One amusing incident was the day Mr Smith set out to fix his shrimp pot only to find it occupied by a skunk. Need I say the shrimp pot was hastily dropped. Bob Elliott finally shot the skunk.

I hope the nice friendly atmosphere on the beach continues for a long time and that we may long live to enjoy our barbecues.

by Blanche Loutet
written a short time after the road was completed to Lions Bay and Brunswick in 1958

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