King Island Revisited

Well I am proof that even avid bloggers get writers block.

There has been plenty going on but I kind of think its a bit like going to the gym, once you stop its hard to get going again.

So there it is, I confess, I have been a lazy blogger of late.

With lots of lovely things to record in recent weeks and some exciting times ahead, it is certainly high time I pulled my finger out.

However, I have to go back, I really didn't give our stay in King Island the cyber space it deserved.

 

On one of our walks we followed the river mouth leading to the sea. As we stepped out of the bush and shrub we got a glimpse of sparkling white and azure blue. We could barely believe our eyes. If we had have been blind folded we would have sworn we had arrived on the shores of the Indian Ocean.

So pristine, so vast and ALL to ourselves, not another soul

After paddling the shore line lost in dreamy thoughts, we found a nice to spot to sit meditatively gazing out to sea.

Gareth then turned to me and said "I'm going in"

"But we haven't got our swimmers with us, you'll get your undies wet" I said

"Only if I wear them babe, only if I wear them" he declared with a twinkle in his eye.

Then as quick as a flash, he was off, everything akimbo running butt naked into the water!

Well if he had no qualms in doing it, I certainly had none photographing the evidence.

This blog entry will always make me giggle, I think it was worth the wait just because if you know my hubby, that was certainly "out of the box" - literally!