I just needed to walk on a wintery beach. Beaches, in my humble opinion, are best when you can walk along them with a crisp breeze around you. I also badly needed to scour all the sloughing skin from my post-scabies feet and I didn't feel like booking myself into a solvent-smelling nail joint to do it.
There was greasy salty fish-and-chip eating; there was walking,

with and without seaweed;
there was hole-digging

there was stone-skimming

and there was the time when I thoughtfully put down my book to take a photo of all of us

it was a really good book, too, so that was quite a sacrifice.
Did I say stone-skimming?

I've been sitting and reading in the same spot while Bumblebee stood at that same spot and threw stones lots of times now.

Sigh. Time flies.
By the end of the day we were tired and happy and my feet were silky smooth and craving moisturiser. We went home and cooked up a quick Indian storm followed by apple pie from the Braidwood bakery, and we were all in bed by 9:30pm.
I'm working full-time this week at the Art School, and working all weekend in Sydney teaching at the Warringah Printmakers (feel free to join that class if you're in the vicinity) and then full-time all next week, so Monday will be the only day off I have and that will be spent driving home from Sydney... so I made sure to make that day at the beach count.
For all those Canberrites who love to wear brooches, get thee hence to ANCA tomorrow night for the opening of PIN Wonderwall, with around 70 artists making pin work and most of it at very reasonable prices. The show continues for another ten days, but I can't guarantee that there will be much left to buy... tomorrow I reckon the red dots will be faster than chicken pox.
6 comments:
Durras, Depot, Pebbly ... Oh the memories. Wonderful, wonderful places. And they seemed to have worked magic for you and family too. Excellent. Don't work toooo hard.
Actually, apart from the workshop, the work isn't very hard, mostly sitting around waiting for the students to need me. I'm having fun making up silly posters to remind them to do their cleaning etc.
I think that coastal corner of the world is a complete treasure. Also the best quick way to show overseas visitors Kangaroos, albeit completely spoilt, fat ones.
winter beaches are marvellously restoring. Thanks for the great photos, love the skimming sequence.
It's a gorgeous part of the world, so lucky you can do it in a day trip. I'm also Sydney bound but for fun not work. Hope to catch the Livid Festival projections on Sunday night, if it doesn't rain.
I always forget about going north from Bateman's, but I have to do it some time soon. We desperately need a holiday! I hope your w'shop goes well this weekend.
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