Two perfect winter days.

Time and Space.

Space and Time.

It’s all I need really….time to heal, to reflect and recharge. Space to feel, to breathe, and to explore. To recalibrate and grow new ideas. Or simply, the opportunity to spend some quality time immersed in the pristine, calming world of Mother Nature.


I hate to overuse the work “perfect” – but that’s what it was. Last week, I spent two nights at Wilson’s Promontory for the first time in about 20 years…when I was last there you could still buy a big bag of bird seed from the general store to feed the birds. Holidays as a kid were chaos in tents, icy cold swims and (equally) icy cold showers. Changeable weather, adventures up the creeks and across squeaky sand.

As a kid this was an endless wonderland.

This trip it felt like I was transported to a different era – where the measure of time was not a watch but the waves carving into granite cliffs. Or the tidal river engulfing moss-covered boulders and trespassing into the wetlands. The sun peeking up over the mountains, fanning out to light the sky and sparkle on the seas. Where your eyes cast out across the ocean…to nothingness – so close to the edge of the universe.




If you haven’t been there yourself, do. Put it one your list to visit and soon – winter is kind to this part of the world (if you bring your woolies and hiking boots!!).

The days seemed to start brighter and crisper than what I am used to.

The sun rises gently but firmly, changing the landscape and bringing the world to life.





It really was just me and the birds on the beach that morning.





Squeaky beach wasn’t as squeaky as I remembered, but I had it all to myself.

I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, or stop thinking just how lucky I am to live in this part of the world.





If you’re blessed as we were, the weather will be kind. The days will feel long and glorious. The views will not disappoint.

We chose an ambitious 17km day walk, and didn’t regret a minute of it.


There were chats and laughter (mostly on the downhill parts). Jokes and some serious debate.

A lunch picnic in the sun.

Wildlife spotting – poor little thing, didn’t like being the centre of attention really!



Many beach strolls – the water blue and the sky bluer. The clouds all pretty and wispy.



Obstacles to negotiate, icy waters to test.

Photos to take, and [more] food to eat.



And sunsets to melt your heart and give strength to weary legs.



Time and space – two days in paradise really is proof that the simple things in life give such pleasure.

How blessed I truly am.

Crafty Thirteen: #3



Project #3: A One Skein Scarf (or almost…)

Found and rescued from the bargain bin at Bendigo Wool Mill last year.

Not quite the right shade of purple for my baby blanket project. But perfectly soft and fluffy and warm.

Enter autumn cold nights that arrived brutally in April, just weeks after we had the last of a beautiful summer. I couldn’t bear the thought of idle hands on all my train trips to and from Melbourne, or on my multi-leg flights around Australia this past month. And a coffee without a some craft is an opportunity lost.


Canberra life: coffee and knitting and catchups with friends.


Start date: April 2013

Finished: mid May.

Method: knitting

Yarn: 8ply wool from Bendigo Wool Mill – about 180gms.

Needles: 4mm bamboo circular needles


Melbourne: tea and more progress on the knitting


Pattern: again, this was an adaptation from a larger blanket pattern. Made to fit my short attention span and requirements to be portable and easy.

I found this zig zag blanket via ravelry, and fell in ripple love. Again.

Similar to my last project I stuck to two repetitions of the ripple. Repeated.


Finished, just in time for winter!

And the finished product is lovely and soft and warm. Everything I wanted for this winter – but with the added bonus of enough yarn left over to make a beanie!!

Keep tuned, the next month will be beanie time!