About a quarter of a century ago my parents wisely bought a holiday house in a very unique part of the world. I have written here about my love of this place. Growing up we spent every summer down at the beach and, for me, it represents everything that is good about childhood. It’s where coast meets country and the air is filled with the scent of pine and salt. It’s my “sweet spot”. It’s where I go to reset, recharge and refocus. It’s where I go to relax. It’s where I go to regift the experiences that my parents gave to me. It’s my happy place.
Today, I am going to let the pictures in this post tell my story and portray the beauty of my sweet spot.
There are no bitumen roads, concrete curbs or footpaths and shops. The beautiful winding dirt roads are shared by pedestrians, cars, bike riders and koalas. And there’s a restricted speed limit of 25 kilometres per hour, ensuring it remains family friendly and ever-so-peaceful. A local resident, who we met one day, described it as “the land that time forgot.” I love this description and hope that time doesn’t pay it any attention for a long time to come.
Very little has changed since my childhood. I am convinced it’s one of the most beautiful, undeveloped coastal towns in the world. Every season has beauty but I love the soft, gentle winter light. And I think the beach is even more magnificent in winter time.
The girls found entertainment in nature; throwing stones into the sea, collecting shells, and exploring the beautiful rock pools.
No need for fancy play equipment down here. The kids and their cousins enjoyed plenty of time outdoors, collecting pine cones, creating fairy gardens, swinging from the trees and soaking up the environment, mud and all!
Our stay was not without adventure and drama. On our way to see the kangaroos in their natural environment we stopped to view a local fairy garden where you can post letters to the fairies and they will write a note back!
And then this happened…..
The children delighted in all the entertainment that getting bogged created. After several failed attempts at getting free, the tow truck had to be called to come and rescue us.
Fortunately, back at the ranch, my mum was cooking up a storm to celebrate my birthday. The requisite cheese platter was the perfect precursor to the meal, along with wine and an open fire, it couldn’t have been better. The kids enjoyed decorating my very colourful cake and I was very happy turning a year older, surrounded by family, in my sweet spot…..
Do you have a “sweet spot?” or somewhere you escape to for a quieter pace? Did you have one growing up? Tell me all about your special place.