Daytripping

How often can you casually take off on a Friday; kids and husband in tow, and drive to an island that glistens with white sand and purist beauty that breathes nothing but freshness and serenity, all within an hours drive from a capital city. We pinched ourselves a few times and savoured every moment of our delicious day trip to Bruny Island. It was my sister, who on a chance quickie phone call from London, made me aware of how unbelievably lucky we are. As she made her way past John Lewis on Oxford Street, on a chilly Friday night, there we were, passing hedgerows and blue skies on the other side of the world, chatting, care of the wonderous mobile phone, sharing our thoughts and marvelling at our distinctive lives. Although I am so physically distant from my two dear sisters it is so precious to have moments like this and be able to share and be reminded of the wondrous life we are now living.
Oh and in case you were wondering, these four boys were parked at the ferry terminal, doing a rather pathetic, but super enthusiastic job of selling their wares. They got our supercool sign of the day award...