Sunday, 28 September 2014
I survived my first overseas trip by myself. In fact I not only survived, I enjoyed myself which was a pleasant surprise. I visited my Auntie Fran, who is now as frail as my mum, and we had lots of time to visit and reminisce. I survived both her cooking and her driving. I spent time in one of my favorite towns, Rye, pictured above.
We made it to the Fire Hills and I learned how prickly gorse is.
I found so many heart shaped stones on the beach I had to start taking photos of them as I couldn't have fit them all in my luggage. It's amazing what you find when you take the time to pay attention.
I spent a lot of time on Winchelsea Beach, wandering, looking at stones and thinking about life and death.
More time spent in Rye.
And Winchelsea Beach again, looking toward the Fire Hills. It was a good trip for me, a boost to my self confidence and a chance to miss and appreciate the big guy.