Cicada’s buzz, the heat shimmers on the tents and children play endless rounds of Uno.
The rain has left and summer is once more upon us. Twenty eight degree days allow for fun filled beach activities and the evenings are cool enough for sleep.
Sets of white tipped waves swell and crash against us, they are stronger than they look. Ice-creams and potato cakes from the Horseshoe Bay Kiosk rule the day.
Our camping collective eat well. Whether it be a slow roasted shoulder of lamb, a myriad of crunchy corn fritters , carnival coloured coleslaw, a mound of roast potatoes or fresh white bread rolls laden with bacon and egg.
Time slows and it is good to just stop.
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