We’ve been back from Byron Bay for two days now, and I can hardly even believe we were actually ever there. It was a completely perfect break and hard to drag ourselves away on Friday. I was pleased to find that while Byron has changed a lot in the 12 years since we were last there, it still manages to hang on to its essential Byron-ness. We have loads of photos but most involve me in my bathers so quite obviously not blog-appropriate.
Top to bottom: Australia’s Eastern most point, where we stood and peered out at the ocean, hoping to catch a glimpse of a whale.
And glimpse we did. I know it’s pretty slight – but it made my day (holiday, even).
Poolside, lying back on my banana lounge looking up into the trees. This is probably my “happy place”… the place I close my eyes and imagine when the girls start shouting at each other, or someone is stamping their three year old foot and shouting at me.
Thank goodness for blogs – all I need to do is visit Megan’s blog The Byron Life and I am right back there.