Beached as

I went to the beach yesterday. And on Sunday. I love how mother nature, in her delicate and special way, throws on a show everyday. Without fail.

The splashing of waves against the shore, the amazing display of colours across the sky as the sun takes its rest and the ever cooling ocean breeze. Have I mentioned how much I love the feel of sand under my feet? Not just any sand but beach sand. I would dig my heels in the sand and do a twist [dance]. And kick. It is so much fun.

I want to explore Gnaraloo one of these days. Drive out in a 4WD, camp and venture out to some of the hiking treks. And snorkel. But first, I need to get myself a pretty tent and a good swag. And a camping partner. For safety. And company. Really.

Bit random. And slightly disgusting but I have/had this massive pimple and it popped today when I was driving. I was so distracted that I went above the speed limit without knowing and by the time I saw the speed camera, it was already too late. Jerome said to make an appeal. And write "My pimple popped".

By pimple, I do mean pus growth.

[insert hysterical laughter here]

Here's to the feral child in all of us.