I’ve worked out what it is. I’m a natural woman. Not the Woodstock, flower power flavour of natural (although there have been moments…), but natural in a bushland, beaches, rocky coastlines and wildlife kind of way.
I know there are those for whom ‘natural wonders’ equal five stars and a sea horse swizzle stick in their cocktail, and there’s nothing wrong with that. But for me, I feel the most at home in a national park somewhere.
It’s where I feel my chest expanding and I can finally breathe – even while scrambling up or down precarious rocky slopes (and that’s saying something when you have asthma!)
We’ve just arrived at Kylie’s Beach camping area in the stunning Crowdy Bay National Park.
It’s a favourite place of ours, even though the beach is particularly windswept today and the water is so icy it makes your feet ache.
Australian author and poet Kylie Tennant’s writer’s retreat.
Instead of braving the icy waves and strong rip for too long, we head off along the coastal track.
Along the way, we pass the restored hut that was once the writer’s retreat of Australian author and poet Kylie Tennant.
At the peak of the hill, we leave the trail to wind our way down to a rocky, windswept headland.
Here, the waves disappear into sea caves and burst through an arch into an amphitheatre carved by time and tides.
As we enter the impressive amphitheatre, the ground moves with a thousand crabs that swiftly disappear into secret places among the rocks and seaweed.
Back at camp, a wallaby and her joey feed on fresh spring grass.
The joey looks at us curiously, then nuzzles into mama’s pouch for a milky snack. Eventually, she bats him away and hops off, leaving him to feed on the grass alone.
Above us, a kookaburra perches on a branch, watching us sipping our crispy chardonnay.
It soon leaves to check out other campers who may have meaty treats to share.
A red aphid-like bug lands on my arm… and there’s a black fly in my chardonnay.
There’s a song in that, EB says.
All around us, bush creatures wake to hunt, mate and play under cover of darkness. The roll of distant thunder is oddly soothing and the waning moon is rising.
Ah, this is perfection – and, for me, this takes five stars to a whole new level. Just sayin’…