Just back: from dawn to dusk on Bondi Beach The evening rituals are quite different. The beach closes and, as the sun goes down, young and old retreat to their favourite bars for refreshment. At the north end the surfers and sunbathers make for the RSL (Returned and Services League) Club for cheap beer and camaraderie. Every night at sundown the same ceremony takes place. The lights are dimmed and all are asked to stand and face west. Over the loudspeaker the "Ode of Remembrance" is read: "They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them. There is a pause and then the words "Lest we forget." There was another sandy beach at Gallipoli, not unlike Bondi, where Australians soldiers fought for the freedom the young people enjoy today. Remembering that sacrifice is not left to chance in Australia. There is a daily reminder, at sunset in Bondi and in RSL clubs throughout the land. Janet Rogers It is 5.45am when I emerge from my bed-and-breakfast accommodation. In the dim pre-dawn light a hooded figure slips silently by. He is barefoot and carries a large flat board under his arm. With head bowed, he is walking purposefully. I follow. He pads down the main street under the fig trees, past a row of shops and cafés not yet open. The hooded man is gliding on and I quicken my pace. Already I can hear the sound of the ocean. We make our way down the stone steps, past the memorial to the Australian dead of two world wars, across the promenade and on to the soft sandy beach. The surf is rolling in. The young man, now bare chested, is running down the beach, splashing through the waves and swimming out. The sea is studded with flotsam, as though a ship has been wrecked. I look again and realise that the black debris is scores of surfers waiting on their boards like praying mantises. This is Bondi Beach, Australia. The air is still cool and as the sun rises it seems the whole beach begins to move, gyrating and pumping in a fitness frenzy. A group of soft-sand runners, the desert camels of Bondi, are ploughing deep in the sand, lifting feet high only to sink down again. Other runners, sleek as panthers, are pacing along the promenade and, on the grass, muscles are expanding and contracting rhythmically in the green gym. In the pool at the southern end of the beach swimmers pound up and down in training. This is the other face of Bondi, one of Sydney's most fashionable beaches, which you have to rise early to witness. As the rays strengthen, the intensity of activity fades and the beach takes on a relaxed, chilled-out feel, with bronzed bodies lazing in the heat. There was another sandy beach at Gallipoli, not unlike Bondi, where Australian soldiers fought for the freedom the young people enjoy today. Email your entry of no more than 500 words (with the text in the email itself rather than attached) to justback@telegraph.co.uk by midnight on Wednesday, May 23.