From February to April, I travel between two homes and I always feel divided. I rather like my caravan and canvas life by Port Phillip Bay and I prefer its kitchen to the one I leave at home. Life is much simpler, the sea air wafts through open windows making sleep non Macbethian. Children play, making new friends and ignoring their IT devices. The food is uncomplicated. I call the bay my laguna.
ALMOST ITALIAN 
Beautiful! Sending greetings from a cabin overlooking the ocean! xx
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh Liz, enjoy your break- how lovely.
LikeLike
Sounds wonderful…love that little chinese enamel pot too…and the view’s not bad either:)
LikeLike
I have quite a stash of Chinese Cultural revolution enamel ware. It camps with me, along with a big wok, a two burner gas stove, collected bits and pieces from the thrift shops down by the bay, and a big cooking gazebo. I’m loving it.
LikeLike
So, so beautiful. The tussocks and sand against that blue, my.
LikeLike
Thanks Lisa- you know that camping feeling.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I hear you needed winter woolies down your way today, perfect for a brisk walk. Enjoy the simple life…
LikeLike
It was cold yesterday- back in St Andrews to pick the crops and pick up the eggs and make more pickles!!
LikeLike
Time out is always good.
LikeLike
Loving it this year.
LikeLike
How nice is this? Good for you, Francesca. Enjoy!
LikeLike
Thanks John, it is a special time.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m drawing inspiration from you… right now the gyspy life seems unfamiliar and daunting… but once embarked upon desirable and unfettered.
LikeLiked by 1 person
It will grow on you. Once you feel more settled at home, the urge to wander becomes greater.
LikeLike
You make me wonder… I grew to dislike camping up North but your sort is different and I might get to like that, not that we are likely to try it, but you never know! Have a lovely time!
LikeLike
Ohhhh I need to get there soon!
LikeLike
You do!
LikeLike
Absolutely beautiful. I can feel the stress roll away as your life becomes less complicated. There is nothing quite like the beach for relaxing.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Don’t you hate it when the camp kitchen looks better than the real deal? Love the little enamel bowl, as do many others I can see
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, I do. I have never been fond of my kitchen, but am too frightened to embark on another renovation, given the costs involved. Maybe the beach kitchen works because of the fresh air, the element of spontaneity, and goods are purchased fresh, just before cooking.
LikeLike
Always divine, our little bay.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Life in the slow lane – you should very relaxed, Francesca. Love your camp kitchen.
LikeLike
It looks like paradise to me!
LikeLike