Return to the Road

Reunited at last, we navigated our way through familiar roads to the Seven Mile Beach day use area, our trusted sanctuary near Hobart airport. Like its northern counterpart at Honeysuckle Banks near Launceston, this hidden gem tucked behind windswept dunes offered us the perfect refuge - close enough to hear the distant hum of aircraft, yet worlds away in its tranquil isolation. The gentle whisper of waves provided a soothing backdrop as we settled into our cherished routine, the comfort of being together again washing over us like the tide itself.

Dawn painted the sky in watercolour hues as Sal set about giving Anth his much-needed haircut, our laughter mingling with the morning chorus of shore birds. Wayward strands of hair caught the golden light as they drifted away on the sea breeze, a small ceremony of renewal marking our fresh start. We followed this with a leisurely stroll along the beach, our footprints marking our path across sand still cool from the night, while we shared stories of our time apart and wove plans for the adventures ahead.

The practical necessities of nomadic life beckoned, drawing us towards Sorell's familiar streets. As we replenished our supplies, each item carefully chosen and stored away represented another step towards resuming our shared journey. A heartfelt visit to Simon and Sue's place followed - their generosity in providing our beloved bus a safe harbour during our separation deserved more than mere thanks could express.

With gratitude offered and farewells exchanged, we pointed our home on wheels toward Lime Bay, a place that held precious memories from months past. The open road stretched before us like an invitation, promising new chapters in our continuing adventure. The familiar purr of our engine and the rhythm of the road beneath our wheels felt like a homecoming of its own - not to any fixed address, but to the lifestyle we had chosen together.Baca lagi