Every Christmas holidays from the time I was 4 until about 18 I spent 3 weeks at the beach in a caravan park...the same beach, the same caravan park every year. Our caravan was always parked in the same spot under the same tree and I was always doing the same things every year with the same friends -hanging out at the beach, climbing the rocks, catching tadpoles, swimming, walking, talking and laughing.
Lucky for me my parents chose to retire to this same spot and now I get to share it with my children. Last Saturday Sebastien and I ventured on a mama and son mini-holiday to my special place...in part to surprise grandad for his 85th birthday, and in part to enjoy the sameness of it all...
Happy Australia day,