There’s sand under our 8 feets … and seaweed in our hair!
It’s been way too long since I’ve updated our site. I like to blame it on our recent ‘relocation & re-adjustment’, sometimes I blame it on the ‘busyness’ that seems inevitable when moving back into a Western life. I can conjure up a million excuses but when all’s said and done, each day I haven’t written is a day too long. I miss it, I love writing and sharing our adventures. I still have so many stories to tell, so many experiences that have thankfully been filed in the archives of my photo library and hidden between the scribbles in my travel diaries. So many tales and adventures that I have yet to write about. And, sometimes I need to remind myself that over the past few years we have been lucky enough to expand our contacts list well beyond Australian shores, I owe it to our ‘non-Aussie mates’ to share all of our experiences, and I hope the Australian leg is as interesting as the rest of it has been to the Aussies!
Plus … first and foremost … the original purpose of this blog was to keep a record of our adventures, big and small, for ourselves – that’s still the purpose.
So … as most of you know, we are now located back in our home country – Australia. Each night we watch, with a whole new appreciation, the sunsetting over the incredibly stunning Geographe Bay. It’s nothing short of breathtaking, ever changing, an incredibly beautiful display that natures delivers – every. single. day.
Boy how I’ve missed these sunsets!
With the help of our ‘beach-loving’ sister we’ve been lucky enough to secure the most amazing, easy and FUN little beach house in the seaside town of Busselton. This picturesque and relatively sleepy little town lies about 3 hours south of Perth AND 20 minutes from our Brockie! Our new address boasts the title of ‘The Gateway to The South West Wine Region’ and yep, it’s as delightful as it sounds!
Our porch is literally 20 meters from the water edge with a stretch of beach that would rival the most beautiful in the world.
The soundtrack to my days consists of my very favourite tunes – the sounds of the ocean – kids laughing and squealing, waves lapping the shore – sometimes crashing, and all the birdlife that goes with coastal living. Each morning I wake to the sound of the waves – the cries of seagulls have become my alarm clock.
And my VERY favourite tune … the sounds of our occasional resident muso – my bro – who has become our ‘long weekend porch dweller’. He arrives with his guitar under his arm and takes our Sunday afternoons to a totally new ‘chilled out’ level. Lucky, lucky us!
Our house is littered with shells and sea sponges and ‘pirate treasures’ of all shapes and sizes. There’s an old milk crate at the front door where the goggles and snorkels are thrown, tennis balls, a footy, frisbees and buckets make up the bulk. A hammock awaits, swinging between the peppi trees, just behind the totem tennis pole that takes pride of place in the centre of the front yard. It’s exactly as it should be, a mix of fun and relaxation.
No matter how many times I sweep or vacuum the floors you can always feel the fine grit of sand underfoot. There’s a layer that seems as permanent as the resident possums, and I’ve discovered that bed sheets have another purpose here – skin exfoliation! The outdoor shower is used as much as the indoor one and the hills hoist (Aussie for clothes line!) always has wet towels and sandy bathers thrown haphazardly over the lines.
We have a few gardens beds to care for and a great spot for a veggie patch out the back. We bought a lime tree the other day. It’s been a long time since we’ve had such enjoyable tasks and we’re all pretty excited about it! (Grandad especially!)
It’s absolutely perfect and I couldn’t think of a better place to be for the next 12 months. But more … lots more on that in another post. For now I need to take you all back to Vietnam, and finish that chapter of our journey!