Travelling can sometimes be a lonely struggle for ones heart. I love seeing new things and meeting new people but the pull for home can sometimes confuse ones passion and sense of direction. In a little place called "1770" we pulled up unknowingly in the dark and set our camp up next to a bunch of really cool people we nicknamed "The Hippies." Below is Sunny ~ after a few drinks I nicked named him Summer without realising. Sunny has been on the road for 9 years and has travelled both Australia and overseas. I asked him if he ever wanted to stop and settle down, he mumbled a little about girlfriends, visas, loving travelling, not being to sure and then settled on a final confident answer "it's just heartbreaking, you know?" Those who have traveled long, far and wide do know, it's a constant struggle ~ do I stay or do I go?
One look and you can quickly see why I fell in love with this little man who's name is Tion. He spends his days running around with nothing on but a hawaiian shirt and says clearly "dad, I'm going to run through the bush!" and sure enough he does (with dad chasing quietly behind). Tion's toys are a ball, a book and sticks in the mud. He made this teepee to play in and was so proud to have his photo taken. This is how I'd like my own kids to grow up... running bare foot and making sandcastles in the mud.
The more you cook the more you save! Bread has become one of our rare treats because it goes off to quick and is totally unhealthy. So this plate is all scrumptious and mouthwatering. Not only did we make it over the fire in a camp oven BUT we also made our own garlic butter. Completely delicious... you want to join us now right?
After "1770" we decided to head to a camp along "Lake Awonga" with the aim of catching a Barramundi. After 2 hours of fishing and no bites we were told by locals that it was to cold to catch a Barra. Keep heading North! We hope that Boofa, our friendly pup and best friend doesn't get eaten by a croc. He loves the water : /
No make up, no vintage, just me with my best mate Boofa ~ or Boof Head when he is being a rascal. When we travelled up the east coast we stopped at a little town called "Tuncurry" were I managed to catch a few nights feed of fish. A dog by the name of Boofa greeted us every night and I decided I wanted a dog just like him. Boofa is just like the original Boofa ~ except better 'cause he's mine. He spends his days digging holes in the sand and welcoming ever single dog and tourist that comes within 100 meters of the campsite. Where ever we are, if you come say hello and decided to head off for a walk Boffa will be sure to join you.
Vintage ~ at long last! A few dresses to be uploaded this week. The hardest thing with outdoor photos is getting the right light. It always seems to be to dark, to bright or to shady. At this sunny spot here in a little town called "Camilia Beach," consisting of 230 people I believe we are close to Paradise.
Brown feet
Golden Hair
Warm by the campfire
Freedom!
Were in Paradise xo
