It wasn’t my idea of swimming weather yesterday. A few showers and a struggle to 22C.
My idea of swimming weather is 38C. Hence it’s a rare occurrence – a bit like when Brigadoon comes.
But I thought, bugger it, I’m staying across the road from the ocean, it would be a crime not go for a splash.
And it was glorious.
Chilly but completely glorious. I floated around for ages. my gorgeous orange pedicure bobbing above the gentle waves.
I might venture out of my comfort zone and do it again today, so I can board the plane this afternoon all salty skinned and tousle haired and arrive in Sydney feeling like I’ve really been away.
(Below is as close as you’ll get to a cossie selfie from me.)
The rest of yesterday was a gentle mix of meeting the local wildlife …
Going for a walk and admiring the local scenery …
Trying the burger voted Australia’s best by TripAdvisor …
(Nice, but the BEST is a big call.)
And lazing around shooting the breeze with my mate while sipping vodka, lime and soda, with a table of dips and olives and pita bread laid out before us.
Loved every minute.
Sounds like the perfect break Alana. Salt water is so therapeutic although it would have been way too cold for me. They should remake Brigadoon don’t you think?
Oh yes, they should definitely remake Brigadoon! Not to mention actually getting The Faraway Tree onto the big screen. Fantasy lands, love ’em