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SUNDAY / 14

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A Sunday away. Well, away-ish. I had a family lunch down the coast and decided to go a little early and get in a swim at Austinmer - I'd heard the baths there were lovely and damn but they were. The water is still good - fresh, but nothing too cold or bracing. My cousin Flynn drove down with me - the sun was out, showing off for autumn, and we listened to Lemonade.

YEAR FOUR / YEAR THREE / YEAR TWO / YEAR ONE

SUNDAY / 40

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Up and down, good and hard. My Sunday was all the things, as some days are. Woke up feeling raw so distracted myself with an early morning beach run. The Ladies Baths always put me in good spirits, and Tola and I did the quiz, had a swim, drank homemade iced lattes, ate pink grapefruit and I felt happy and smug. But sometimes your feelings crush in on you and it's normal to spend the afternoon on the couch, crying on and off for a few hours, trying in vain to distract yourself with work, and then a walk, and then when it gets to 6 some white wine and some important cultural moments which just make you cry more, because 'love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah'. 

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.  

SUNDAY / 28

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Ah, the Sunday that was. Feel like I'm months behind, not just three weeks. It was a pretty sweet old day - an early rise, a drive north to the national park, second breakfast of lemon and polenta cake I made and a thermos of J's strong coffee, a good long walk where I only nearly fell over once, a picnic of champions and the last of the afternoon sun on the other side of Palm Beach, doing handstands in the sand. 

It's pretty nice up that way. 

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE. 

SUNDAY / 27

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Another glory day. Early up, bircher of my dreams, and a swim. That's right, A SWIM. In the depths of winter, where actually it was gloriously sunny and the Clovelly rock pool was a charming 19 degrees and I braved it for a good 6 minutes or so. And then sunned about on my towel in my bathers soaking in the vitamin D. It felt amazing, and a sign of things to come (even though I suspect the water will cool down a little more, before it starts getting warmer again, since it is only August).

I had a nap and ate some very good leftover cheesecake from my dinner party the night before (roasted maple strawberries with a gingernut base) and listened to a bit of JR. The light in my room was all golden and sunset-y and I felt rested and full.  

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE. 

FROM YORKE'S

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Bits and pieces I came across in my phone from Yorke's, back at new years. Three years in at that little town, that quiet corner of the world and I'm getting worse and worse at recording things. Pictures and words. Maybe it's a sign that I'm getting better at the relaxing though? Maybe I'm more present these days? It may be that I'm just lazy. 

I do know that I need to be better at using my camera again. I got into a wonderful habit of it, felt like I was getting more efficient with it, and that the pictures were closer to how I see the world and not just a gamble of settings and light exposure. But that was a year ago, I don't even know if I remember where the charger is at the moment. So, instead, some blurry and filtered pictures by way of my phone, covered in sand as it was.   

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The last day, last sunset of the year and these four girls dancing barefoot on the sand giggling. There might have been a nudie swim and splash in the shallows after this picture and I'm very sorry to tell you it didn't include me.