Saturday, April 2, 2011


Yesterday, Fabio and I took a picnic lunch down to one of our favourite beaches, a place we used to visit regularly when we were courting.

We lie on a soft blanket on a little grassy hill, and look down over this tiny bay, more a cove really. It's a small strip of white, gritty sand, anchored at both ends by a careless jumble of big brown rocks.

The water, green at the shore and edged in lacy white foam, becomes the most brilliant turquoise a little further out, and then a deep indigo. There is a distant brown and blue smudge of land far away on the horizon.

All we can hear is the endless wash of waves on the sand, some kookaburras gently squabbling over a few crusts from lunch, and tiny birds chirruping in the bushes behind us.

We smell crushed gum leaves, fresh grass, the salt of the sea, and the fragrance of a cup of tea, as we lie here, reading and day-dreaming.

Over us, the deep solid blue bowl of the sky, stretching from horizon to horizon, perfectly cloudless.....

this is paradise.


  1. Toni, it sounds like absolute HEAVEN !!!!! you guys deserve a little slice!!!!! xxxxx

  2. It certainly looks like paradise. With a kookaburra!

  3. "Courting"... kinda sums it up, doesn't it!! x

  4. As Pop Larkin from the Darling Buds of May would say "PERFIK"


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