I’ve come to the far-east corner of Victoria to Mallacoota, my favourite place, for some solitude and writing time at the coast. Mallacoota has always been special to me. I was a baby the first time I came here; my parents brought our family here every summer.
Now, although Mum and Dad passed away years ago, the tradition lives on with my siblings and I bringing our own children every year. I love this place. I come here whenever I can get away from the city, and I’m so happy to be here now for a week in winter, when the campgrounds are nearly deserted and the beaches and walking tracks around the inlet and through the national parks are quiet and serene.
I was walking on a surf beach today at sunset, with no one else around. It was wild, with the wind and the spray and big banks of dark clouds moving across the horizon, tinged orange and pink from the lingering rays of winter sun. I loved the wild beauty and the solitude.