An age-old question… if you could choose to spend a day anywhere with anyone -alive or dead- where and who would you choose?
For me, the means to the answer lies in a quote from a romance novel…
“If you want to know where your heart is, look where your mind goes when it wanders.”
― Vi Keeland, Bossman
Back in my 2012 blog archives, an excerpt from “Footprints in the Sand” sets the scene…
“Hawks Nest is a small town located on the southern end of the Mid North Coast in NSW, Australia, linked over the river to the equally small town of Tea Gardens, now via a bridge, 40 years ago by ferry.
You’ll often find me in spirit at Hawks Nest. When I do a meditation journey exercise, my special places might be Bennetts Beach or Jimmys Beach around to Winda Woppa. If I’m daydreaming at my desk, I may be walking along the beach with my dog Bo, searching for shells or starfish in the rock pools. Hawks Nest has a long history with my family. My grandparents were farmers, and the few holidays they took with their children were to Tea Gardens & Hawks Nest. Some of my earliest memories are weekends spent at Hawks Nest with Mum & Dad, trailing along with Dad searching for bait pippies as he fished, later camping and fishing at Mungo Brush and gatherings with a mob of family and friends at Jimmys Beach caravan park. Winda Woppa was the dog-friendly beachside holiday house location for several years of wintertime annual family get-togethers notable in the amount of food & liquid refreshments consumed and compensating epic beach walks; similar occasions continuing to the present-day at other times of year and accommodations around Hawks Nest/Tea Gardens. I don’t get to Hawks Nest so much as I’d like these days but it’s never far from my thoughts.”
“I’ll just tell you what I remember because memory is as close as I’ve gotten to building my own time machine.”
― Samantha Hunt, The Invention of Everything Else
Dad likes to tell me I’ve been going to Hawks Nest/Tea Gardens since before I was born. Over the years it has been a recurring destination, often in the company of family, friends, dog but sometimes a solo sojourn… it’s where I commune with the living, the dead, and myself.
However, visits to Hawk Nest with the G.O. and Diesel-Dog have been sporadic and brief. So, during the early part of this year when we were tossing up ideas for a celebratory retirement holiday in June [postponed to July then November], we jettisoned thoughts of luxury escapes and resorts, opting to mingle past and present for a week staying in a rented beach house on the bay around at Winda Woppa.
“I loved you backward and forward in time. I loved you beyond boundaries of time and space.”
― Dan Simmons, Endymion
Winda Woppa from my camera roll…
Too much of a good thing is never enough… Next month we return for a week in our caravan staying at the dog-friendly Reflections Holiday Park Hawks Nest, congregating with the rest of the family dispersed among various holiday accommodations and coming together for a 50th wedding anniversary celebration at Tea Gardens.
An unfortunate postscript: As we drove home early on Monday 8 November reflecting on how much we, especially Diesel-Dog, as well as family members living only an hour or so drive away who visited us for day trips, enjoyed our week-long holiday; the ABC released a news article on their website… Mystery Millions/The sleepy seaside town of Hawks Nest in the Obeid’s sights ahead of the Four Corners television report that night… Obeid Inc: the secret deals making the Obeid family millions. Both allege questionable targeting of Aboriginal-owned land in pursuit of new deals. Neither makes for happy viewing. Sigh.