Growing up I never thought I’d see the day when my first thought on Christmas morning is ‘where’s the sun-cream?’
At the wheel we controlled out trip. No waiting for busses or trains. We cooked under the stars and slept with the sound of the ocean lapping in our ears. We moved on when we were ready and forged our own route. But it isn’t always plain sailing. At times it can be challenging and I guess this is what makes the adventure worthwhile.
We were blessed with a beautiful, breeze-less day and promised ourselves to enjoy it by doing precisely very little.
Yet this year, after moving to Australia and despite all my misgivings about picking, I found myself with a clean slate of AFL teams to choose from and I was utterly dumbfounded.
From here it was only a short walk around the point to Little Cove where we watched the surfers crowding the quiet bay, all waiting for that perfect ride back to shore.
It was still before 7am when we parked up at the nearest Mcdonald’s and while one of us ordered coffee’s the other had a wet wipe wash in the bathroom and changed in to fresh clothes.
As sunset approached, we grabbed some paddle boards from the beach and headed out in to the bay.
It was exactly the type of place we’d hoped find ourselves. A place we had no need to go to and would likely never visit again, but a place that existed to be found.
We had two weeks and a roughly penciled plan…