Staycations and statecations. Such neologisms do my head in but there is a lot to be said for holidaying at home and taking time to truly appreciate your surrounds.
It might seem lazy to take weeks off work and venture no further than down to the corner or around the block but an extended period chez moi has resulted in a new appreciation for where I live, a quiet spot bordered by bushland and wedged between bay and beach.
I have reacquainted myself with this place and been reminded why my husband and I moved here more than 20 years ago. Things have changed in that period, of course, particularly real-estate prices, and now we can get the apparent essentials of modern life, such as toasted ciabatta with clever toppings and almond milk lattes, without driving back towards the city.
Serves of old-fashioned fish and chips are still available, and devoured by locals and visitors alike in summer, because you couldn’t call this the seaside otherwise.
But instead of eating from oily paper wrappers with f feet dangling off a pier, now it’s all smart picnic rugs and