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It's been a long time since I've had total me-time, and so far it's been about 12 hours. Though I'm missing the family in a funny way, it's just been so good! I can do what I want and eat if and when I feel like it.

I've had local Pinot in the sun, surrounded by grape vines.

I've stopped and stood in freezing air, watching waves form.



I've pulled the car over to see sunset over Swan Bay, framed a picture and taken off again.




I've meandered through retro shops, made a number of small disorganised purchases at the supermarket, planned two dinner options, and watched the last of the surfers see out the light. 







Now I've made myself a drink and turned the heater on. All is well in my bubble. 


Just breathe it in while you can. 
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