Bereft of the Beach, One Week Late
Posted on | September 5, 2009 | No Comments
It doesn’t take a psychic to know that there are times when it is really, REALLY hard to come back to your ‘real world life’ after being away on holiday. And our week in Tasmania was just one of those occasions.
The sound of the sea has always had a hypnotic effect on me and I find myself wondering what it would have been like to live at, not just visit, the sea every day. Hobart is a splendid city, but I could barely contain myself in the car each day whenever we drew close to a place to stop, park, and scramble over the rocks.
Flat and tropical beaches simply don’t ring my chimes — give me a boulder-strewn coastline with crashing waves any day and I’m a happy little girl once again! In spite of bone-chilling cold and gusty winds, our day at Bicheno was our best stop on the Eastern coastline of Tasmania.
Life got crazy (as always) when we got back last week and it took a full seven days to getting around to editing the pictures from all three cameras. And no — 3 cameras is NOT overkill to a woman who used to be a photojournalist!
The sound and smell of the sea — the rocking of the ship we sailed over on and back — I’m missing it already.
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