Getting out of town is a God-send, especially when it involves getting out with family. My folks, my sister, her hubby and their girls flew in from Adelaide last week for a family wedding. My brother and his lady couldn't make it, which was a crying shame, but we managed to have a ball all the same. The wedding fell on a Friday and just before the storm broke, thankfully. The couple in question were blessed with a warm day, clear skies, a light breeze off the water and a hundred or so family and friends to celebrate, drink wine, eat cake and dance barefoot with. I love most kinds of dancing, but family dancing beside my grandmother, my nieces, my cousins and my patents is some of the best.

The weekend was otherwise dramatically stormy and wet which was fine by me. We stayed in at our beach house playing dominoes, eating grapes, drinking strong coffee and singing along to favourite films. I bought vintage glassware and old floral sheets at the local thrift, and am happy to tell you that we managed a Sunday morning beach walk, early, when the sky was still grey and the clouds were heavy from a long night of rain.