This post is just for you guys.

Walking along the esplanade, these lovely people generously allowed me to share their art.

Quality opportunity shopping, The Red Cross run one of the best pre-loved boutiques anywhere.

Nipping down the Esplanade for a beachfront brew.

Learning to surf in the middle of winter, this is why its called Surfers Paradise.

Suns out – it’s time to go ride a wave.

To the lovely friends frolicking and laughing while taking pictures of each other.

Dig in. Feel the sand tickle your toes. Dig them in, you know you want to.

We did away with the grind.

Our part of 70 kilometres of truly amazing beach

Hummer limo a bit shy for you?

Strike a pose. Surfers Paradise Beach. ‍

Getting ready to enjoy the night clubs in Surfers Paradise.

Some of Australia's finest street machines being taken out for a run along the Esplanade.

Minions plotting over breakfast at the Clock Hotel.

Those glowing domes near the Metricon Tower, that’s the home of the Imaginator.

Learning to surf with some of the best in the business.

It’s winter, there’s nowhere I’d rather be.

Paula Stafford, Australia's swimsuit pioneer interviewed about bikinis in the 1960's

So much has changed and so much has stayed the same. Check out this Movietone report from 1962.

"so sure of itself" The idyllic location with the uppity joke name. So many just don’t quite understand. This Englishman from the BBC is trying. Maybe. There is something quintessetially British about his fabulously patronising tone.

1950s Surfers Paradise Gold Coast. Queensland Playground. "A place where it's always summer, where the sun and the sand are gold."

The classic Surfers Paradise Pyjama Parties at the Beachcomer Hotel. Licencing laws were strict so raids were regularly conducted… and anticipated. The police would confiscate the beer but people took to throwing the bottles in the pool. Which lead to the police going in after the evidence. While the cops disrobed the band played stripper music.