Sometimes the days goes past in a slow and leisurely fashion with neat spacing between all that needs to be done. But at the end of the year time seems to accelerate, with a thousand-and-one tasks required before we plummet headlong into the New Year.
Looking back at the past two weeks, it’s hard to believe how much I crammed into each day. Between end-of-year functions and Christmas shopping, interstate visitors and delightful house guests, getting my youngest ready for Jamboree and cooking up a storm, I barely had time to breathe.
In the midst of it all there was our wonderful, desperately-needed, holiday at Goolwa. Goolwa just about has it all: great fishing for my husband, a quaint historic township for me, and vast stretches of surf beach for everyone.
Every day I took photos of the beach, trying to capture its magic from stark, cloudless midday to soft, husky twilight. Every day I soaked in the surf, my eyes shut, feeling the tension in my shoulders float gently away.
On our last day we climbed the Goolwa lookout and looked north-west to bush fires at Mount Compass. A year ago from the same lookout we saw smoke from fires in the Adelaide Hills.
Summer in South Australia is hot and golden and blue-skied but also tinder dry and dangerous.