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Potato Pt has been a favoured destination for our family since as long as I can remember. Longing for the yearly trips on the summer holidays is the only thing that gets me through school, one assessment handed in is one assessment closer to six weeks of bliss. And that is exactly what it is. Everything about the south coast radiates bliss. Walks on the beach, waking up to nanny meg pottering around the kitchen with her new adorable haircut, surfing, swimming, kayaking, camping, socialising and bike riding. Ours days are dominated by activities such as these and we return to the house battered and exhausted where a little old woman and a mental white dog await our return. The place brings experiences you cannot have in any other part of the world, no matter how far you travel or how much you pay. Falling asleep to the sound of the wild sea, watching the sun set from the headland, smelling the salty spray of ocean with a hint of kangaroo poo, tasting nanny Meg's gourmet dinners. It makes the senses tingle with pleasure everywhere you turn. Although, a heavy feeling begins gripping your heart reminding you that you will have to leave and resume your job and school work. This is the feeling that slumps your shoulders and droops your eyes with its sheer weight. But all good things must come to an end. This is our personal little paradise, our sanctuary of relaxation, and nanny Meg's presence is just the cherry on top. As Facebook once said, “I need a 6 months holiday… 2 times a year”.