Swan River at Nedlands (i) Still today as always the jewelled patterns of golden sand under a yacht’s suddenly buoyant keel lifting in morning sun, in bird-shallows and wavelets blown on shining pebbles and oyster-shells. Swan River at Nedlands (ii) How lucky, how lovely, to have the golden sands, green banks, the blue expanse of the estuary with its kites and para-sailers, its white yachts, vistas of gifts to lift the spirit, a few minutes’ walk from the h…