20 February 2012

Dreams are Free


I've just returned from a weekend in Heaven.
Not the celestial one, of course, but someplace a little bit closer to home.
Sandy Bay. A little slice of Kiwi Paradise on earth.


Unlike celestial heaven's golden gleaming, this Kiwi paradise is laced with seaweed and cobwebs, but it is paradise nonetheless.

The sort of place I dream of living One Day.

Going to sleep with the sound of the waves crashing.
Waking to the call of gulls, as the sun peeks in my window, revealing a breathtaking stretch of sea and sand.


I dream of evenings swimming at dusk, walks at sunset collecting driftwood for the fire.
Painting the tides, the sea in all its shades. Writing at a desk overlooking the ocean.



I can imagine wild winter nights, storms crashing as firelight flickers.


Summer days in the shade if the pohutukawa, watching grandchildren climb and run and splash.
Did I say grandchildren?


Yes. I'm figuring this dream might be some time in coming.
I'm not asking for a mansion, just a cottage by the sea, with enough room for loved ones to come and share weekends and holidays.


I will need internet connection of course. A telephone line.



"It would be very isolated," Mr G cautions me when I speak my dream to him on the return journey.


OK so maybe a Sandy Bay location is a little too far from the rest of the world, but somewhere like that.
A cottage by the sea, me, my honey and internet connection.
What more could a girl want?

Well, dreams are free.

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We had a wonderful weekend at Sandy Bay which is like our home away from home, in technology-free paradise. Mr G went fishing (but caught nothing), the kids were in and out of the water like dolphins. We hosted our Swiss friends and they agreed that Sandy Bay is indeed, heavenly. 




I thought of Gail, and how we had planned to return to Sandy Bay as soon as they return from China. We are still waiting. I hoped for a glimpse of PaisleyJade, but she must have been busy. I was reminded of my first time meeting Leonie, when she wandered up the beach to find us last summer; how we swam together right here.  Sandy Bay is a great place to hang out with friends. 




We didn't want to come home and managed to make a weekend feel like a week. I hope to return to Sandy Bay with Gail before too long. Come home soon, Gail!


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7 comments:

Neetz said...

Ohhhh....you just HAVE to come up to our part of the world and live some day... you and Gail!! :) hahaha.. Isolation??? No way... It wouldn't be isolated with us Whangarei blogging mummies hassling you!! heehee.

You will have to let us all know when you venture up this way next and we'll rally the girls, and pop out for a natter/coffee (we'll bring it out)... Date??? Date!!! Definately when both you and Gail come North again!
Luv lots, Neetz xx

jacksta said...

did you have some Cuba Havana Cabana food this time?

Cat said...

lovely lovely lovely
you must take me there when I visit!!!!
that is my kind of place


Love and Light

PaisleyJade said...

Oh I'm so sad I wasn't able to come out and visit!! I had been looking forward to it all year but alas, it was near impossible! I love Sandy Bay - my most precious and favourite beach.

Cass said...

Oh I soooo need a holiday!! Beautiful photos Simoney xo

Pamela said...

That looks so divine! Great photos!!!

Brigitte said...

It looks and sounds so PERFECT! I think you should make this dream happen. Just do it!! You only live once (I'm preaching to myself here as well re our Italian move!...) xx ;)

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