Tuesday, 8 January 2013
summer road trip
We loaded the car as high as the roof on Christmas Eve's eve and headed east. Breaking the journey in a tiny seaside town, we slept beneath billowing lace curtains for one night before ten nights under canvas in seaside campgrounds. Christmas was a windblown affair beneath the gum trees, with a trip across the peninsula to dip our toes in the bluest of waters, at the whitest of white sand beaches I have ever seen. The festivities have continued since we returned home last week; with a housewarming and a blessing to prepare for and guests arriving from across the land. There was a birthday in there somewhere as well (mine), New Years Eve with old friends beneath the craggy peaks of the Barrens and a little boy who is turning five tomorrow. The cake is baked and the presents wrapped. And when the last party bag has been handed out, then I shall take a deep breath and embrace this new year in all its shining glory.