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It really is a nice as small seaside town in New South Wales; fishing boats and white beaches, fish and chips, sunburn, seabreezes and southerly busters, surfboards with sand in the wax on roof racks and barefeet blistered on bitumen, boardshorts and bikini tops and cafes, beer and white wine with a taste of acid.

All reminds Commander  Rivarde of his childhood.

Who cares about the year?