Our beachy selves

On Friday afternoon we hitched up the caravan and we drove to the beach.

And we found the selves we had been looking for. Our beachy, slow, relaxed, funny, adventurous selves.

And we found time. Time to hang out, to crochet, to colour in, to eat out, to op-shop, to do magazine quizzes, to spend one-on-one time, to drink lots of coffee, to wander, to explore, to shoot photos for my book and to swim.

And we talked a lot about us. And we imagined a whole new life for our family in this small, beachy village. For six months or maybe a year. We couldn't stop talking about it. Adding bits and details to the story as the weekend went on.

We would live in a small cottage with a sun room facing the beach. Every morning we would wake up early and go surfing or swimming. Our girls would home school and go to nippers, their hair would beach blonde from the salt and sun. Indi might even have a beachy romance. And me and my farmer boy would have a break from organic farming for a bit. One of us would make coffees in the local cute cafe and the other would plant a flower and vegetable garden. I would leave the dresses and clogs behind and wear jeans and pastel coloured tees and sandals. And we would have time to read books, and sit in a hammock and walk for miles and miles and miles.

I don't think I want to be a school mama for the next 13 years.
I think it's time for us to plan our next adventure.

How are you doing?
Did you have a wonderful weekend?
Are you dreaming about a whole new you? A different way? Another place?

I hope your new week is such a happy one.

Bye! xx