Who remembers the days of yesteryear when as a kid, you left the house when the street lights were switched off, and then returned home before the street lights were turned on?
They were the good old days of being fed by mates parents; where you called them “Mr so and so” or “Mrs so and so”; and where they were allowed to give you a clip around the ear for being a cheeky little shit or misbehaving that warranted corporal punishment.
We miss those days.
So, today, we decided to re-live part of the past. Or close to it anyways.
South Brighton Spit lies across from Shag Rock on the Sumner side of the estuary. You can cycle there along the north side of the Avon River. It was an open landscape canvas most of the way. Where life once was. And now isn’t.
Apart from bird life.
Following the coast line to enter Bottle Lake Forrest, we re-visted our old caravan site at Spencer Holiday Park. All traces of the Rurus were definitely gone. As were the poplar trees that sheltered us from the Easterly winds.
Leaving the house on the bikes, it was six hours later before we disembarked back at now home.
Still time left before the street lights come on too.
However, no “Mr or Mrs”, clip round the ear or kick up the bums.
We do what we do not to escape life … but for life not to escape us.
Everyone welcome to join us. It’s an open invitation.