It's late afternoon, the sky bright pink and streaked with clouds. There's sand in your hair and you're starting to feel slightly hazy after a couple of glasses of champagne.
You take a drive down to the foreshore to show your friends a block of land you'd just LOVE to have. You notice dozens of locals gathered on the beach, all standing still and staring out at the water.
Curious, you park the car and wander over to see what they're looking at. At that moment, a PA starts playing Last Post and you realise these people are gathered in honour of Anzac Day.
You stand at the back of this frozen crowd and gaze together out to the water as the sky turns bright red, the palm trees sway in the breeze, the water laps softly next to you.
You think to yourself that you wouldn't be anywhere else for all the money in the world.