Thursday, 24 April 2014
Three weeks into this spur-of-the-moment trip to the Gold Coast, we enjoy another day stepping into this post-card beach - pristine and almost impossibly perfect. The girls and I embark on a mission to walk a few kilometres up the road to purchase a special request for my husband Ray, from the Sunday markets, which starts innocently enough, until we realise that the pram we had brought along (to fit all of our fresh food into!) would need to be transported down the huge sand-dunes to the beach!
A lost thong (a shoe-thong! you can never be too sure in the Gold Coast!) and a very sandy pram later, and Bella and I took turns pushing the loaded pram over kilometres of wet sand!
Oblivious to any of the fuss, Layla squeals with delight, kicking up water and running in fits of giggles as the waves splash over her feet, and she runs up and down, toward and away from the frothing sea.
We are counting down the days until we can move closer to this wonderful part of Australia!