We are just back from a short break on the NSW coast, where my brother is living in a house on the beach. Six paces from verandah to sand. Perfect.
We breakfasted on the verandah, lunched there, even dined there. All the time watching the changing sea, the passing parade of people, dogs, boats, boats, boats, birds and even the most indefatigable kite surfer. This last bloke kept zooming past us all one very windy day, his joy evident in the high jumps and even flips in the air. Free entertainment.
The ocean showed us all her faces. King tides, mirror calm, choppy and everything in between. The sky in the wide bay we faced was better than any screen.
Each morning some of us were up early. That had something to do with the very diligent kookaburras who delighted in their alarm-clock role, ranging up and down the street in case we went back to sleep. Bit like a feathered snooze function. But it meant a chance to kayak and/or swim before breakfast.