Sunday, August 12, 2012
These Headlands are My Headlands
This weekend we went to visit the rolling hills of my youth. With the wind in our eyes, in our ears, at out backs and amongst our hair we walked, ran and exhaled.
On the headlands of Kiama Heights I remembered my story as I strolled through the long grass with my very own children.
I'll be back a little later on to tell you all about The Nursery, but for now, the washing pile beckons (as does the cold beer in my hands).