The eremitical

I went down to Port Elliot by myself yesterday, bein annoyed that I couldn't go down on Thursday night.

It was so beautiful, I thought our little house could be called The Hermitage, though I don't think the other family members are quite as keen on becoming Hermits as Tilly, the dog, and I might be.

I had three swims on three different beaches, Boomer (pictured) Bassham's and of course this morning at Horseshoe Bay.

I was pretty cross about having to come back!

It's a bit like dying and having to go back to earth to fix up your mistakes!!