Wednesday, 7 May 2014

Away



Once all the festivities were finished and my family had returned to the city we loaded up the car and headed east. We weren't sure where exactly we would end up. We just knew that we needed to get away. Away from the washing machine and the to-do list; and away from the Easter crowds on a beach somewhere not too far from home. The first two campgrounds we pulled into were heaving with visitors - the beach there so crowded with 4WD's and amateur fisher-folk casting for salmon that it looked more like a supermarket carpark than the remote stretch of coastline it usually passes for. We did a quick u-turn and kept on going. Past Albany a little way, to a protected corner where Grant's uncle worked as a ranger 30 years ago. Nothing much has changed there in that time. Come nightfall you can now see the glow of the city lights against the clouds just over the horizon, but it still feels like you are a million miles away.

We pitched our tent and spent the next three days fossicking along the shore; picking up every piece of rubbish from the long wide crescent of sand that stretches around to a nature reserve and plaiting coits from the salty lengths of rope that had fallen from passing fishing boats. The boys spent most of their time playing with the giant black beetles that crept around the undergrowth and buzzed around our heads come nightfall. They kept sneaking them into the tent, hidden in their ugg boots. We snorkeled around the rocks and watched a pod of dolphins cruising through the bay. On our last morning the sun came out and it was just us and the dolphins under a crisp blue sky. We dived into the icy waves for one last swim before heading home and packing away the towels and bathers for winter.









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  1. Oh that last picture! Magic.

    xoxo

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    1. That's Grant's entry for the telephone book cover for next year! I really should credit him, shouldn't I?

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  2. Oh wow, love your description and also the whole group of pictures - some classic family camping times in there. I have a feeling your family would enjoy remote parts of NZ - something for the future, maybe once Thea's a bit older. I think though my favourite shot is boy + blue teapot. Perfect. x

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    1. He was using it as a hot water bottle. It was quite chilly in the morning! I do love my camping teapot. We have dreams of making it across to NZ next year if we can save our pennies. Grant has some more snowboarding dreams to fulfill before we get too old and decrepit. We might leave the tent at home for that one though! x

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  3. memories, memories, Alison. I think Grant was Darcy/Lewis' age when we drove around the beach to the other end. Beautiful. Barb x

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    1. Grant did a bit of reminiscing about the squeaky camp bed Barb. I had always thought that was in Denmark! It must have been a magic place to live. x

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  4. Getting away and surrounding yourself in the elements is so rewarding.....looks and sounds like a wonderful trip x

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  5. Wow! Fantastic photos. What a gorgeous bunch of Blondies you have. I love the first and the last one last especially. That corner of Australia was one of my most favourite places to visit when we travelled around the country. Just stunning. Mel x

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    1. An old friend from Tassie always insisted that Albany actually was part of your island state; the beaches and coastline reminded him so much of home.

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