A week ago Farmer Bren's parents flew up to Broome for a visit and we moved across the road to a resort to spend time with them. We parked Frankie Blue in the resort car park and enjoyed a holiday from our holiday.
On the very first day there I looked around at the other guests and wondered what we looked like in our mismatched bathers and straggly hair. I wondered if it was obvious we were from across the road and I sort of waited for someone to tap me on the shoulder and politely ask me to leave.
It took one really long, hard scrubbing, loads of teeny weeny bottles of soap and shampoo using, shower to realise that my suntanned feet had actually only been incredibly dirty.
And it took a comb and lots of conditioner and a few loads of washing for our kidlets to look just like all the others.
We spent the most wonderful week enjoying Bren's parents. We ate gorgeous food, drank fancy drinks, swam, shopped, explored the landscaped grounds, played scrabble, walked on the beach, rode camels, chatted, and relaxed by the pool and in our air conditioned rooms.
Thank you so much for the most wonderful week R and J. xx
When we arrived back at the caravan park yesterday I wondered the very same thoughts but backwards as I'd had at the resort one week before. Did we look different, a bit resortish, with our shiny hair and the girls in their brand new sun dresses?
For a few hours I felt a bit unsettled. Like I couldn't remember what we were doing and where I belonged. I thought perhaps we should have driven south to a new town or at least moved into a different caravan park than before.
But it didn't take long for the girls to find friends in the playground, for old caravan neighbours to pop in to ask about our week and for us to remember our camping rhythms.
We had a fabulous week and it's great to be back.
Frankie Blue - we heart you!!
We think we'll stay in Broome for a couple more days so we can see the Staircase to the Moon on Wednesday night and then we might pack up and head south to discover a new beach. We'll see.