Letters to July – Eighteenth

I’m going to try and blog every day during July as part of Letters to July. It’s probably a bad idea.
Dear July,
We walked to the Otaway Lighthouse today. From where we’re staying it was a 45 minutes walk through paddocks and bush. We got slightly lost so the walk took longer than it should have but it was nice so we didn’t mind too much.
The lighthouse itself was beautiful, windswept and rugged. It was all a bit touristy so it was hard to imagine what it would have been like living there, back when it wasn’t a tourist site. The graveyard (ten minutes walk away) did a better job of that, with its little cluster of mostly children’s graves. 
We ate sandwiches sitting on the hill, looking down at the lighthouse. The sun came out. It stayed out as we wandered back across the paddocks, chatting a bit but mostly walking. 
In the evening we made a (better) fire and sat around it reading books until it got dark. Boyfriend had to fend off the evil possum with a broom while we cooked dinner and then we ran back to our hut through the dark and hoped it wouldn’t follow. We toasted the rest of the marshmallows while listening to podcasts. There was even stars tonight, glowing across the top of the hill.
Tomorrow we’ll drive home slowly and then Monday is back to work. I guess that’s the thing about having a proper weekend – it’s much harder when it ends. 
Alex x
Letters to July is a project started by Emily Diana Ruth. For more information, click here.

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