Hello! Happy New Year! I hope your Christmas was harmonious, delicious and generous of spirit and that the days following were enjoyed lazing in warmth or bundled up against the cold with lots of yummy leftovers and relaxing activities. We spent a week down at the beach. Nice! My man and I worked out that we have spent all bar two summer breaks down at Apollo Bay since 2001. That’s loyalty – or lack of adventurous spirit! But I love a no-brainer holiday – no need to wonder about where to shop, where to eat, how to fill the days. You just settle into an easy holiday routine. Here’s how we chilled.
- morning walks on the beach with my man and afternoon ones with my girl
- reading The Secret Chord and the latest edition of Uppercase looking out over the golf course and the bay
- catching up on seasons 4 and 5 of Homeland
- watching Nightcrawler
- crocheting and sketching
- drinking coffee at Bay Leaf
- eating ice cream from Dooley’s (the lemon curd was DELICIOUS)
- shopping at Hawkeye Homewares (yep, that’s my man transacting!)
- listening to Serial
But you know what? I think we have reached the end of an era. I don’t think we’ll be back there for a family holiday again *sniffle*. As a couple, yes, we’ll be back but as a family? Probably not. This is our last year of being ruled by school holidays. We no longer need to take our summer holiday in January. And we can’t compel our adult offspring to come away with us ( my boy opted for a music festival with friends this year), can we? So, to Apollo Bay, I say ‘thank you!’ You have witnessed us grow up as a family, from the days when the kiddies were happy to go boogie boarding, build sandcastles and collect shells to the days when they just wanted to chill out in front of movies; from afternoons of Scrabble and Mastermind to playing on PSP and having BBC’s Pride and Prejudice on a seemingly continuous loop; from walks to rockpools and waterfalls as a family to walks with just my man and the kids by themselves. There were trips to the cinema, rides at the carnival (and the probably trademark infringing stuffed toy won by a big brother for his sister), and the strangely entertaining game of throwing stuffed toys down the stairwell! Aah, kids! What scenarios are they making up in their minds? But every year there has been a family meal at the pub on our first night away, dinner at La Bimba, ice creams after tea and a lazy look through the newsagent. As we exchanged texts with our boy, he asked ‘how’s Apollo Bay?’ It is a treasure chest of family memories.
Do you have a regular holiday spot? Did you have one growing up?