It was a long weekend here so I took Tuesday off as well and took Dad down the beach for a four day holiday. It was absolutely beautiful, slightly autumnal in the morning and evenings, sunny and clear, with a big swell. I swam, and sewed and we strolled on the beach and ate very well ... and avoided other people which is always my preferred method of operation, but is now supported by health advice.
The bushfire damage is still gobsmacking, but the recent rains has meant the grass is vibrantly green. It is quite strange seeing a green floor underneath the black trees. In some areas most of the trees are shooting again - and that's bright green too - fluff all over the big trees. Because of the rain the creek was a deep deep brown. It coloured half the beach, including a strange coffee-icing foam caused by so much organic matter from the fires. But nothing stopped me swimming! Cold but great.
The annual New Year's Eve sandcastle competition had to be postponed, so was held this weekend instead. In keeping with tradition, the weather crapped out for that afternoon and was windy and cold! The sandcastle competition is unstoppable in creating bad weather. You can see the sea foam behind this one.
Dad and I (well, mostly Dad) took down the dead vine off the back verandah and chopped it up. In other gardening news, Dad killed a rat by mowing it to death (with a hand mower because the petrol mower was broken, which didn't kill it, so he had to finish it off with a BRICK, traumatic all round, although mostly for the rat).
Tuesday was so delightful - sunny with a sparkling sea - that I was left questioning all my life choices that have resulted in an office job in a landlocked city. But not much I can do about it now....
Dad would have loved that weekend - obviously except the whole disturbing rat incident. Questioning life choices...yep, know all about that at the moment although your beach looks even better than the ones we've seen lately.
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