Its been raining all morning. And thunderstorming. Beautiful weather. At 10:30, I thought it was only 7:30. I love it when the day feels so much earlier than it really is. There’s something magical about KNOWING its that late, but still having the warm, cozy sensation of it being early. And I love rain, which is great. I’ve got the desire to go down to the Basalt, stand on the rocks and watch the storm beating against the shoreline. At the moment, its just a matter of getting Sam motivated enough to go, too.
So I went into the bedroom, where he’s drinking tea and reading the book I’m in the middle of, to try and convince him to go down there with me. While talking to him, it occurred to me that there’s a lot of things we won’t be able to do as easily, now that we’re moving to Perth. Dunsborough, and therefore Castle Rock, are going to be a lot further away now, no longer as accessible in the summer months for swimming, snorkeling and underwater photography. So we won’t get down there as often, and we won’t beach as much either because I hate crowded beaches, but when we do go down it’ll be a proper trek-stay-overnight-styles’o'thing. Which’ll be great!
Now its got me thinking about all the things that won’t be as easy for us to do anymore. Still doable, certainly. But its a little distressing that the farm won’t be close anymore. I don’t know what I’m going to be like when we move to Tasmania. =\
Maybe this holiday over there with Margs and Dean will help with forming ties over there to partly replace the one’s we’ll be losing. I think I’ll need to get cosy with a couple of farmers 
