A while ago I read a blog post by the inspirational Pip Lincoln about the limitations of blogging on the beach. Despite her reservations about the inpracticalities, it was totally and most definitely something I wanted to try. To be honest, if the blogging part didn't work out, then I could just simply have a rather special time hanging out on the beach. (Having seen a positively ancient surfer chick catching some waves the other day, I am not so concerned about looking frightful in a bikini. I rather like the anything goes style of Kiama.)
At the time I never thought that I would get the chance to blog Aussie style stretched out on a towel, basking in the sun like a lizard. More like huddled over a coffee, while the wind whipped up a storm outside and the rain lashed down against a desolate cafe in Margate.
But here I am on the other side of the world, a million miles away from my real life and right up close to the thing I miss the most when I am at home, my sister. I guess that's why I am so happy to be here despite being separated from my husband and children.
I just went in the sea to think about that point and that really is it. No matter where you are in the world, as long as you are near the people you love, then everything is wonderful and if they can't be close to you, they will always be in your thoughts.