I spent a lot of my childhood with my Dad in the bush. His favourite place to be. Mine... not so much. I am a beach girl. Give me sand and waves and salty air any day. My parents own a 500 acre bush block that I have honestly avoided going to as much as possible. It has no phone reception, is in the middle-of-nowhere and is just not a place I love to be with the bugs and snakes and no flushing toilet. The last two times I have been, however, the pure joy that Isaac has experienced, has helped me to see it in a different light. No reception is actually really freeing. It forces me away from my phone (other than to take photos here and there) and seeing my little boy running and laughing and leading his Poppy around in his very bossy two-year-old manner has made me realise that it's actually a pretty relaxing place to be. It definitely helps that there is a shack-like building there now with chairs and beds and running water....
The diary (ramblings) of an anxious Mum.