Dragging myself back to the reality was most difficult, not helped by the end of school holiday/end of the long weekend traffic heading from the coast to the city.
I'd describe the Bruce Highway as a carpark but cars move in a carpark albeit round and round in circles chasing people with bags and trolleys in search of the illusive space.
But this time I am one step ahead of the post holidays blues. I have already booked for a pre-Christmas break. Two weeks in December at the same wonderful abode the family spent this week is already locked in and I can't wait.
The fact is the sand beneath my toes is good for my soul. It is also a favourite of all of the family including the Fur Friend.
I have to confess the smell of something between wet dog and dead fish is less than appealing. It is, however, a small price to pay for the joy of a beach sunrise.