Holiday Reading

In simpler days an after Christmas reverie could often involve pretending to continue with the novel started earlier in the holiday. 


There's something about the luxury of time that beach holidays can't beat. 

Sure,  there's the frenetic making of new friends,  reconnecting with old.  The excitement of New Year bonfires, beach encounters, late nights,  early mornings in large glassy waves. 

 Before that, the Christmas carolers (the local choir) who stop and sing at each house,  expecting and gladly getting rewarded. 

The actual day when presents are opened and a huge lunch that lasts all day. 


But then,  there are those sleepy,  bird call soaked afternoons.  When nothing stirs,  or, the gusty beach winds encourage rest.  When the books call,  but ultimately drowsiness wins. 


This image shows the original beach shack,  upgraded [removed] in 1974, but the single room to the right preserved to this day.  Complete with asbestos roof, and creosoted timbers.  And if the walls could talk!!!

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