We're back from a holiday in the middle of no-where. Far away from the internet and any kind of cell phone coverage. It was the best kind of time.
We put out the nets with little helpers to catch our dinner. All we caught was a big shag (a sea bird with a nasty hooked beak). We freed him and he chased us, hissing. I was petrified.
The bach (holiday house) is rustic and quaint. It's not to everyone's taste. But if you like the beach on right your door step, a cosy fire and no-one else for miles, it's the place for you.
We read books, watched movies on the iPad when it was too cold and windy to go outside and made tutus. Little girls then practiced their ballet moves. Pretty much perfection.
It was super cold, hat and fleece weather. Not very attractive but when you are miles from the anywhere who cares? Plus roomy jackets have more room to stash beach-walk snacks in.
Blossom added to the beauty of the place and Rupi made himself useful. Well, kind of!
Riding up the track en route to the toilet in your pajamas and helmet makes perfect sense here.
Until next time!