I don’t care what anyone says, sometimes running away from life as we know it is the best medicine. When I was younger (and sans family so only had myself to consider) I would book a flight and be out of here when life became a little too challenging or uncomfortable. I was not one of those people that could sit and just work through life’s difficulties, I was more of an escape artist. I remember when my head couldn’t handle whatever it was that had found itself at my feet, I would dream of a sunny beach with an empty deck chair beckoning my bikini-clad bum. My imagination would take me to a far away place of sunshine and sand, so it’s no surprise the beach is my happy place.
One thing I never really an interest in back then was road trips. I didn’t see the point of packing a bag to drive to another destination for a few days to then drive home again. I didn’t find the long weekend getaway down south that a lot of Perth people love, all that appealing. However as I have *ahem* matured, I now quite like to get away from the routine by road. And well of course since I got my mitts on the delightful vehicle I fondly call The Sexy Beast (thanks to Ford and Kidspot’s Voices of 2013) I love nothing more than piling the back up with my favourite things and my favourite people and taking a road trip.
Earlier this month we planned to go and hang out with whales in Augusta. We booked a tour, booked a gorgeous apartment, and The Sexy Beast did its thing of getting us 3.5 hours away safely and must I say, very bluddy comfortably. Along the way we marvelled at the different coloured cows, the green pastures and the quietness – a far cry from our little noisy abode minutes from the city. The first couple of hours to Capel are pretty ordinary view wise, but once you pass Busselton and get closer to Margaret River boy oh boy, it is beautiful. My kind of escaping now is less jump on a plane and more drive to the country, buy a cow, name her Daisy and boil the kettle for an afternoon of nothing.
Augusta is delightful. If you are ever heading that way I implore you to check out Seine on Manning. This apartment had all the elements of a beautiful winter stay and when a severe storm hit we didn’t mind one bit. A weekend of reading and watching movies with the sound of the rain was quite literally the perfect getaway. We did venture out to visit a few spots and visit the lighthouse perched at the spot where two oceans meet. We had quite the adventure when we had just approached the lighthouse (by foot) and the wind and rain picked up and we were huddled together actually quite frightened, me wondering quietly if the wind could actually lift us from the ground. When we made it back to the safety of our car my son called our adventure ‘the time we nearly died’. But I like to think of it as the time I came alive. The fresh air and removal of everything you are usually surrounded with does instil a sense of newness into you.