A postcard from the Otways…..
We’ve been longing for some time away in our Little Home on Wheels. The simplicity, togetherness and ease that comes with holidaying in a caravan. Down the Great Ocean Road, where the bush meets the sea, we return. He and I feel like we’ve come home when we are here, immersed in this breathtaking part of the world. We drive high up into the hills where the mist wraps itself around us and take some time to wander. We feel almost fairy like as we stand underneath tree ferns as tall as trees. By the beach the girls play, the best kind of play, unstructured, at ease with nature and the beauty around them. Our camping neighbours and their happy combi tent make us smile. We watch the children make friendships quickly, they fish the river, taunt waves on the beach, build water moats and explore the world around them.
Slow days blend themselves into one another. We bunker down in the van at night, cosy, together, happy.
Home 383: Camp – Loving this old doorway.
Sharing some of my pictures via Instagram. Can you tell I’m a teeny bit obsessed with it?
While we were away some exciting news appeared in my inbox. We are so thrilled to see 1000 homes of happiness included in the top 25 Kidspot Village Voices Personal and Parenting blogs for 2013. Happy days. xox
Little Blossy turned five last week. Given that she is happiest at play in the outdoors we agreed the best way to celebrate was to host ‘Camp Blossy’ over a long weekend.
It was simple slow living at its best. The cake was chocolate iced by little helpers in the caravan, two twigs and some mini bunting to finish it off.
There was a dance off, a game of bocce, some fishing by the river and a nature scavenger hunt. We baked damper, toasted marshmallows by the camp fire, played on the beach, surfed and went animal spotting on a night walk.
Our party favours were little torches given out with the invitations and a net to dangle in the river or use to catch butterfly’s. It was a little persons heaven on earth.
I’m reminded of how important it is for our children to have freedom in play, to explore, to work as teams, to connect with nature and to value family and togetherness.
A life time of memories treasured over three simple days of camping.
Do you enjoy camping with little ones?
Home 354: Camp - Victoria
A few photographs to share over the coming days from our mini break last weekend.
We adore Daylesford
this time of year. Beautiful spring days and crisp icy evenings.
They wake early in the mornings, clambering out of the caravan beds. The caravan is best this time of morning, cosy with the heater on
, blankets and winter woollies scattered on the floor. The kettle hums away while the girls peep out the window noticing the first spring frost. “It’s white out there Muma, Jack Frost has been”. I peek out the window as they tug at my sleeves desperate to be outside amongst it. ‘It’s too cold out there right now” I whisper.
Dadda stirs under the blankets, pulls them up over his head and settles back into a slumber. I pour my tea and hold it in my two hands hoping the heat will transfer to my palms to warm me up. We step out of the caravan, the only people to stir at this early hour of the morning. Still in their pajama’s the girls eagerly race towards the open field.
Rays of early morning sunshine slowly begin to peep over the bush horizon. A white frost, crunchy underfoot has spread across the entire field. They run, marvel and shiver in awe at the expanse of it. I stand, as the steam rising from my tea intermingles with the steam rising from the field, contemplating the quiet, the beauty and the dawn of a new season.
Home 340: Frost (stuck on the museum information board. I wonder who will find it?)
I keep flicking back through the weekend photographs with this post in mind. It was going to be about Spring
and all of the wonderful that comes with it. You know….. The sunshine, outdoors, daffodils and of course how much we adore some time away in LHOW
Because it was all that, and a heap more. It’s hard not to be wonderful when we are together in our caravan.
And then the car plays up, we nurse it home and slowly pull into the driveway just as the smoke starts billowing from the bonnet. While we unpack my phone rings and it’s my beautiful Mum. Her voice sounds a little different on the phone. Have you heard that change of tone in some one’s voice before, when you know things are not the way they are meant to be?
They have been travelling, my gorgeous Mum and Dad, in their very own LHOW when my Dad became unwell.
Life tilts on it axis, just a little, but enough to allow a tinge of fear to creep in, a reminder of the fragility of it all. Of how wonderful it is to have siblings who drop everything to support my parents and how lucky we are to all be in each others life.
We arrange for one of us to fly out tomorrow to the other end of the country to be with my parents.
He is on the mend now, still in hospital, but on the mend. And the car…. well, it’s just a car isn’ t it.
Enjoy the pics. It really was the most wonderful weekend away.
Home 338: Spring – Coffee and Cake for Breakfast @ Daylesford. xo
A postcard from the Grampians….
A weekend away. A few days to meander, to stop, to slow down a little. We make our way to the Grampians National Park and are reminded again how wonderful nature is and how amazing our National Parks are.
We potter by the lake, the Spunky man throws a line in, the girls explore, run and marvel at the world around them. They make friends and play, free of structure and routine. Five of us cosy in the caravan, we are reminded how little space and few belongings we need to be happy.
We fall in love with the mountains and the brisk cold air. Rugged up in our winter woollies we make our way up the winding range, little ladies taking time to soak up the view as they challenge each other to make it to the top, and this view from on top of the world, amazing.
It was up here, looking out across the land that we are reminded how little we are in a world that is so absolutely beautiful.
Time seems to stand still in this gully, that reminds us of the power of nature. A once narrow creek bed triples in size after recent flooding. Poppet makes boats from strips of bark and sails them down stream while her sisters are in search of native honey eating birds.
“Nature presents the young with something so much greater than they are; it offers an environment where they can easily contemplate infinity and eternity.” Louv
Have you visited a national park recently? Do you have a favourite camping destination?
Home 321: Meander – Park Bench after a picnic lunch