I don’t like to brag, but this is ten minutes from our house.
There is absolutely nothing cool about the area we live in* – I often feel intense envy reading other blogs and seeing where their authors live, I get very restless and tell Bill that we have to move immediately or I will die and he rolls his eyes – our reasons for being here are the Montessori school and the proximity to both sets of grandparents… and this.
This is the deepest I have seen the waterhole in years; finally an advantage to all the rain we have had this summer. Today is the most sunshiney-sparkely day in weeks. It is incredibly beautiful.
Both above and below our favourite waterhole are waterfalls and then more rock pools for swimming in.
You can ride down the waterfalls, provided you aren’t precious about your bikini bottoms. I’m not. Or you can jump off the rocks into the waterhole.
This is Bill very bravely managing both children at once on the waterfall. But then yesterday he took them out swimming in little creeks alone, which is very brave, I think. They are like an armful of puppies when it comes to water. At least Lauca can swim. Yesterday I stayed home instead and bathed myself in solitude and felt all the better for it.
I tried to get a photo of Cormac and I together but he wouldn’t co-operate.
More of December photo blogging this year: here, here, here, here, and here.
Happy New Year’s Eve everybody. We’re about to get ready for 24 hours on the party circuit.
*Hardly any nice cafes, and no cool pubs, art galleries, book shops, delicatessens, clothing shops, or venues to see a band etc.
How beautiful, I should love to wake up, stroll down the road and jump into that beautiful water, it actually looks so beautiful I would be prepared to say it is not of this earth, and looks so glorious it seems heavenly!
Yep, that’s pretty glorious.
Oh my! That is utterly idyllic
(We are so going to run out of adjectives in this thread!)
Happy New Year to you and your family – have a fabulous evening!
That IS a glorious swimming hole. My, I haven’t been swimming in aaages.
One hour and 45 minutes til New Years here. All the best wishes for 2011!
Happy New Year! That looks wonderful. Nothing like that around here!
That looks so wonderful.
Alas, many of the rivers around here (Taranaki, New Zealand) aren’t much good for swimming in, because there is so much effluent run-off (that means cow shit) in them, because so many dairy farmers are environmental vandals. Standards are lifting, very very slowly, but far too many of them believe they have an inalienable right to dump their shit in rivers, becasue they’ve always done it.
On the other hand, thanks to the weather system that’s creating havoc in Queensland, we’ve got beautiful sunny days here, and we are just five minutes drive from some excellent beaches.
Happy New Year, Blue Milk. Many thanks for another year of excellent blogging.
That looks so awesome! A very happy New Year to you and yours <3
/is super jealous, because it has been a damn long time since I was a teenager going on float trips down the Merrimac.
I did’t know you lived in paradise. Amazing and so jealous. It’s gray and cold here.
Beautiful! Wish I had that near me (and that it was warm enough to get in the water–it was two degree Fahrenheit yesterday!).
wow, amazing. And from the other hemisphere, where it is cold and blustery it looks even more idyllic.
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