Grateful for what we have

I guess there's a lot of people who take where they live for granted. There's probably a whole lot more who never get out to see how great, what they have in their own neighbourhood is.

It annoys me to hear locals and ex residents bag our local area.  Did they even go out and experience what we have here in the Limestone Coast?

We are so lucky with the natural playgrounds we have on our doorstop, drop in some friends and it makes for a great weekend.

Boggy had no luck with the fishing on the beach. Izzy got a bit daring on her go kart. We made tracks in the sand. The kids found crabs in the rocks, and when it rained we played cards, scrabble, drew or read.

We enjoyed fresh fish from the ocean, caught from the boat in Bungalow Bay. The conditions weren't perfect, but it satisfied the older kids, who were keen to get out there and try. They caught mullet, trevally and whiting. It tasted amazing, coated in flour and fried in a shallow pan. Shared lazy bbq meals, with friends and family in our outdoor living space. How fortunate are we.

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My place in time #47 - I wish this place had never changed

This has not so much to do with actual water, but the lack of it.

We took the go-kart down to Lake George over the weekend. Loads and loads of flat space to ride it.

When I was a kid, my uncle, his name just happens to be George, had a shack on the edge of this lake. I remember it so well. It was simple and crude. A set of bunks and an old wood stove, a table and chairs, and that was it.

There was water lapping not far away, and I remember wading out into it. There used to be fish, so many fish.  

The shack is long gone, due to vandals, and so is the water. What remains is salty shell grit.

In the distance I could see what could be water. But no, a mirage. Even the tree line reflects into the mirage, just as it would do on water. Weird. No wonder so many thirsty wanderers have been fooled on their quest for water. 

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I always throw the camera in the car when I go to Pelican Point. There's so much to take photos of, like flowers on the side of the road. Only me.

I actually pulled over to take photos of the blue bath in the stockyards a Bobby Duck Hole. I couldn't get quite close enough, because long grass and barbed wire. I did try to climb up on the rails. Freaked myself out a bit when I saw a brown snake crossing the road about 100 metres up the road, after I left. Not the best place to be rummaging around with longish grass and thongs!

There is an old blue tractor just up the road I wouldn't mind taking some photos of too. I just have to pluck up the courage to ask the farmer if I can go out in his paddock, hoping the big cows don't come anywhere near me!

On to a different sort of flowers, my two little flowers. Who, turns out, and big fat tomboys! Husband couldn't help himself but to buy Izzy a motorised go kart, even after I thought of just about every excuse as why they didn't need one.

Izzy loves it, and Summer loves riding with her dad. The kids next door love having a turn with him too.

We went to Pelican Point over the weekend with friends and it had a run on the beach. It was a beautiful day down there.