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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”.
A cute title and a fun post. 🙂
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great photos. Specially the one of you flipping over.
Fun blog!
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This is my granddaughter’s post. My usual posts are much more staid! So a fun post, but maybe not a fun blog.
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Lovely to hear from you. You have inherited your Nanny Meg’s way with descriptive words
“smelling the salty spray of ocean with a hint of kangaroo poo,” Maybe it was the hint of dead kangaroo?
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You have created many delightful memories for at least one young lady. How delightful (not so the image of the dead kanga though… 😦 )
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Yes I am very lucky, as for the dead kangaroo I risked my life to take that photo. We stopped on the edge of a dodgy road on a blind corner where trucks were frequently traveling haha
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Could have been the end of Nanny Meg. Now that would have been a tale for the grandchildren to tell. (I am glad it wasn’t the end you understand. Maybe you would have been safer surfing…)
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I (Meg) didn’t take the photo. They failed to make an attempt on my life this time!
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I am very glad to hear it!
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Marvellous imagery. I want to come there. Although I am slightly disturbed by that last photo…. 😊
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Well if you’re keen on visiting get ready to see a whole lot of dead kangaroos. It’s quite sad how many you see on the side of the road. But other than that its totally worth it
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I thought that was exactly what you did have, Meg? So unlike our unpredictable English summers. 🙂 I’m watching Hewitt battle in the Australian sunshine while freezing fig curls at my window.
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Ha- what a delightful typo! I wish 🙂 🙂
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Ooh, freezing fig curls, sounds yummy 🙂
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Well how lovely to meet one of Megs G-babies, I can tell that one day you will be as wise as she is. I hope you help with the chores and does she know that you call her an old woman and the dog mental???
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Haha she is very aware of her title and had a bit of a laugh. As for the dog, mental is an understatement
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No hard feelings, then! 😳
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You took the words out of my mouth, Gilly!!
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