Important #fmy52weeksofmemories

I've been needing to get away from the house AND kids for some time for myself. It's has been obvious to me that I need to. It hasn't happened and is something I am going to have to organise, because I have been a total crabby McStabby and well because MENTAL HEALTH.

My quick getaway for the day is usually fishing. I think I'll be needing more than a day away though.

Over the weekend we all went fishing. Fishing with kids is far from calming, although I was happy to have all my kids along for the ride this day. We had heaps of bites, but didn't catch a thing. We tried at the drain and then at the jetty, where all I got was snagged, twice, and lost all my hooks and a sinker.

Even though we didn't catch anything, I was in my happy place. I spent a lot of time here when I was a kid. By the beach and fishing, the seaside really is one of my good for the soul places.

Everyone was happy and together, that is just a important to me as having some time out for myself.

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Sunday saw us head to Southend. Brett launched the boat and took Izzy out fishing. She caught two flathead, outfishing her Dad, and had a great time. Nothing made me happier and more proud seeing her ride in, sitting up on the bow.

Summer and I hung out on the beach. Summer exploring, and I taking too many photos, if there is such a thing.

The tide was out and gave us the opportunity to walk out on the reef. This was something new for the girls, it was awesome to experience it with them. I was nervous with my camera out there and chose my footing carefully!

It was pretty overcast all day, with a little late rain in the afternoon. After the rain, the clouds disappeared. By the time the sun was out in the blue sky, we were on our way home. It was considerably warmer in town. We really had four seasons in one day.

 

A much needed day, on Rivoli Bay

This post represents my life right now. There's walls I need to get around, there's ups and downs. I am a hell of a lot better in getting over them, than a year ago.

While being an obstacle we could do without, walls force us to problem solve. They make us stronger, more resilient. If not for those walls that sometimes get in the way, we can't learn or grow. Mostly they send us bat shit crazy.

My place in time #100 - any time of the day that describes how you feel with life

Life is also ebbs and tides. Some days we are up, and the next may be not so good. Whether your up or down, surfing the waves means you are living. Sometimes it's a struggle to stay on the surf board, and that's OK.

It doesn't hurt to admit you're having trouble, or ask for help. It just means you're human. Most of the people around you are in the same boat, some are better at making sure friends and family know. Be one of those people. I am not very good at it.

This day was a good one. The sunshine was warming. I was alone with my thoughts, no distractions.

It was the first week of the holidays. Mum had taken the girls for a drive, so I jumped in the car and drove in the opposite direction. I had found some old CDs the day before and belted them out on the way. So good for self morale, even if I had forgotten most of the words.

There were sounds of seagulls, vacationing families and a gentle breeze.

I strolled about camera in hand. I bought second hand books and homegrown lemons. I ate kiwi fruit and apples and tasted the fresh sea air. It was the kind of day I needed to get back to myself.

Today it's back to school for Izzy and who could believe Summer starts pre-entry kindy for half a day a week today too. I am a little too excited to be going grocery shopping on my own from now on, the first time in almost six years.

A memorial for W.L.E. Danswan and T.W. Todd, who lost their lives destroying a German mine in 1941. It exploded and made them the first casualties on Australian soil, due to enemy action, in WW2. In little old Beachport, who would have thunk it.

Looking from the surf beach to the township

The town centre's roundabout. I love it. I have photographed this cyclist sculpture before. It's had a revamp.

If this isn't called Turtle Rock, it should be!

My place in time #6 - construction
This is a common sight in Beachport at the moment. Old houses knocked down to make way for the new. With a view like the photo below, who could blame them!

 

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Beautiful morning on the beach

Saturday was the most gorgeous day. 

We headed down to Southend. Boggy went out in the boat to check the cray pots, but there were none. Bugger.

The girls and I had fun on the beach anyway. 

A date with a jetty.

My place in time #17 - Somewhere I used to visit as a kid

I knew early last week that I needed a day out on my own. I told Brett that Sunday I would be going out for the day, he would have to look after the girls. I've wanted to go fishing for ages, it's a bit hard to take the girls out on the jetty. Let's just say I wouldn't get much fishing done.

I didn't leave the house until almost half past ten, dropped into Mum's and borrowed her tackle box, because Bretts' was a shambles, and headed to Southend.

I grew up fishing here, with my family. We spent many a school holiday on the beach, on the jetty.

Gran used to be a gun fisher, well known as one too. Her and my Grandpa lived here.  Grandpa has been gone for just over 25 years, Gran still lives in Southend, but hasn't been out on the jetty for years. She prefers to perch on a pokie chair these days, much easier to get to with her wheelie walker. I fear her days of driving safely are numbered, she will most likely be moving into the old folks home in town soon.

I remember one night, under the lights in the bend of the jetty, we all went fishing. We caught a heap, hundreds of fish. Mum and I stayed up in the early hours of the morning, after the others had gradually gone to bed; scaling, filleting and bagging up fish for the freezer. I'd love to go fishing under the lights again, maybe when the nights aren't so freezing cold. I'd say that's a date to keep with myself.

Sunday turned out not the day, to catch fish. I had a few bites, but in the three hours I was there, I caught nothing but seaweed. I did take some photos though. 

I was smugly pleased when I arrived home to find Brett had been forced to dry reach his way through a shitty nappy. 

I was not so happy about having to come home to catch up on a day of washing. I even had a sook, because I felt like I had wasted my time going out, caught nothing and still had to come home and hang out washing, fill the clothes horse and fold dry washing, cook tea.. yada yada. I remember telling myself to not be so stupid, to be glad I got out in the first place. It didn't matter about the things I didn't get done.

Things I know - It's been a week since I went to the doctor for help with depression. Six nights, I've had a pill before going to bed. I can only just the last couple of days feel that things are changing, slowly. Still aways to go. I have an appointment with a mental health nurse in a couple of weeks, I am actually looking forward to it. 

Do you love fishing?
Where did you spend your school holidays as a kid?
Do you fond memories about a place you visited as a kid?