The Beach

The great Australian summer holiday, a week at the coast. It takes us a lot longer to get to the coast from Wagga, how fondly I remember the mere hour it took us to get to Pearl Beach for my childhood holidays!

We had a good drive over, as good as six plus hours can be with children in the car, and we found our new favourite lunch stop, Bungendore. We have settled into a different house this year, across the street from the ocean and between Blue Pool and Beares Beach. We can walk into town for a coffee or to pick up some milk.

This is our third year here and there are certain things we must do. Obviously, we go down to the beach to swim, boogie board and play in the sand. We have a tent and I lie in it, minding our stuff while reading. Traditionally, I have one swim.

I'm sure I must have loved the beach as a child, there are plenty of photos of me, mousy haired and heavily freckled, frolicking in the sand or the shallows, but, at some point, it lost its appeal. I don't mind the sand, but it is so insistent, clinging to everything. The ocean is pleasant if you are where the waves gently carry you up and down, but I know it really wants to pick me up and turn me so I don't know which way is up and I try to breathe water. The kids can't get enough, even after a dumping, but I am happy in the tent, reading.

Today we are at Magic Mountain, just out of Merimbula. Andrew and the kids toboggan,  water slide, roller coaster and drive racing cars. I read and mind stuff, which is just the way I like it!

Lazy days......