Monday, January 9, 2012
We've had two weeks in Tasmania drinking, eating, wining, dining, wandering, chatting and beaching.
There was a bit of rushing of course - there always is at Christmas time. Tasmanians who live abroad seem to head back every other Christmas rather like homing pigeons returning to the nest. The pull of an island home I suppose.
This time we took five days away from the social whirl at a beach an hour from Hobart... my husband bushwalked a little, the boys ran and ran on the sand and swam in the shallows. I joined them in the water for quick dips (it's pretty fresh) and also read and played with my Christmas gifts - a fantastic book I finished in three days, my new camera (yippee) and a rather challenging jigsaw.
I'll tell you more about all three this week in between the washing, sorting and gradual return to real life. 2012 here I come.