The drive along the main highway seemed endless, holding my sisters hand as the road rolled on behind us.

Our first holiday.

Through country, small town, city, a pit stop, in a strange home, filled with family.

the noise of the city, unfamiliar, restless, back in the car through city, country, over water, to a small town.

A caravan, an anex, a beach, new friends, cousins, aunt and uncle, different rules, new freedoms.

Hours spent roaming scruby bush and white sandy beach my home for those summer days.