Susan McKenzie, Goonellabah
I took my elderly mother, a born and bred Bayite, up to Main Beach to enjoy some fish and chips and watch the sun set. But then there was the infernal, ubiquitous drumming! Okay, it might be the expression of someone’s spirituality but it runs roughshod over MY spirituality, which desires the quiet murmur of the sea as the sun sets.
Don’t give me that c**p about it being a Byron Bay icon. Perhaps my mother’s generation of locals could suggest what is or isn’t an icon. The drumming issue is like the smoking issue – do it if you must but not in my presence.
