Monday, September 25, 2017

Bush mouse vs Beach mouse

I grew up in the bush. A small town in rural South Australia. There was a mill, a train station, a deli, a pub, several stores, a cop shop, a school and a bank. There's not much there anymore, you'd be lucky to trip over a tumbleweed. A couple of humble shops and the school remain.

It's landscape is warm and familiar, it welcomes me with open arms. Mighty gum trees, green fields and grassy roadsides.

Childhood memories flow like lava, I long for those days again. Playing in the front yard with log truck rumbling past, my brothers and sisters pumping our arms for a horn blow. Dad playing Boche down the road with the other Europeans immigrants, underneath grapevine covered greens. The smell of freshly cut pine filling the air from the timber mill.

I am torn between the bush and the coastline I now live near, although I didn't go that far. I am still only thirty kays from where I grew up. The beach is closer.

I spent a lot of my school holidays by our local beaches. Gran and Grandpa lived in Southend, their house was only a sandhill's walk away from dipping my toes in the water, or filling a bucket with shells.

The air is crisp, the waves calming. I remember many nights laying in bed listening to the waves ebb and flow on the beach. I could not tell you how many times I was nipped on the foot by a skittish crab while paddling in the surf.

I learnt how to fish on it's jetty. Cray boats scattered the bay, bringing in their catch and rolling it in on steel carts along rail lines. 

Not too much has changed here since I was a kid, mainly the people. The beach has been eroded away by huge winter seas, but I still enjoy spending the day along it's sandy shores. These days I'm a lot more sun wise, no more blistered red shoulders, that would stick to the sheets at night, skin peeling off the following week.

I am calmed by the whispering waves, as they take my cares out to sea. I take in the fresh air, deep into my lungs and expel the negative. 

Both the bush and the beach hold a special place in my heart, though I don't think I could ever life too far from the beach now. I would miss feeling the sand between my toes. 

Are you a bush mouse or a beach mouse?

Joining Denyse for #lifethisweek


  1. I prefer the beach. I find it relaxing and soothing!


  2. I LOVED reading this! What a mixture of both worlds you have and do experience. For me, it sounds ideal. But I can sense your beach mouse-self is slightly winning. I wonder what your girls will prefer!! Thanks so much for your interpretation of the prompt this week!! D xx

    1. Thanks for linking up for #lifethisweek 37/52. Next Week: Movies. It's up to you how you might interpret that one!

  3. Your bush photos are always so beautiful but I'm with you on the sand between your toes

  4. I would find it hard to live away from the beach again. How do people go when they don't get to see the ocean every day?

  5. Hi Alicia I feel like you - a little torn as I do enjoy weekend trips to the bush especially in winter. However, the ocean always calls me and I love the beach year round. I just love the sound of the waves, the sea air and a brisk beach walk - perfect for me!
    Sue from Sizzling Towards 60 & Beyond

  6. Beautiful pictures! I love both but the beach still wins as it rejuvenates me more than the bush

  7. I'm with you Alicia, I need to have the sea close by & to have fond memories of drifting off to sleep to the sound of waves crashing into shore.

    Jenni |unclutteryouruniverse

  8. As long as I'm near any type of nature I'm happy!


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