Last week, we ran away…up the coast to East Gippsland, to the sleepy little holiday hamlet of Marlo. We did absolutely not much at all, much to my husband’s chagrin, I had to remind him that was exactly the point of Summer holidays. We slept, ate, fished, ate some more, rode our bikes along the coast and ate some more.
Matt’s work brings him to this part of the world regularly, but I’m not an East Gippsland aficionado like him, so close to us really but far enough from Melbourne that it’s fairly quiet and untouched still even in the Summer holidays. And everyone has a boat. But I’ve told Matt there is a better thing than having a boat…having a mate with a boat! Flathead was caught, abalone was devoured, my bestie and my baby girls tried to be friends (maybe?!) and the rain only dampened our spirits for one day. Can’t complain about that. I can’t lie that it did cross my mind a few times that if Matt were working on farm still we may not be able to enjoy a Summer holiday such as this, he used to be chasing irrigators all Summer, calving all Spring or Autumn. Grass is always greener though, sometimes quite literally.
So relaxed and slow was the pace we thought it time to share our baby news with the world. Thank you for all your kind comments, emails, messages and loveliness. We felt the love ten fold. I think we’ll be back again next year Marlo, with another wee camper in toe as well, to create more Summer holiday memories with our little growing family and extended village. Life’s good.