Thirty six hours from New Zealand to England, with 3 children, ready to
spend our first night of our 3 month stay in my sister-in-law’s 12 foot
caravan. That included the tow bar!
We’re jet lagged, and overwhelmed after a day with the extended family.
Now it’s just us, the luggage and the caravan. We need sleep.
The sling style top bunk for you my daughter.
The divan bed below is for you, my son.
In between Mum and Dad, young one.
Sleep well, one and all.
Early this morning, the sun had turned the water a gentle turquoise, and the silvery light danced on the surface. Now the tide has filled the bay and the colour has intensified. A light breeze touches the surface.
The coastline that this morning sizzled with rich reds have now morphed into softer, sandy tones by the sun’s shadows. Scraggy trees silhouette the clear skyline. Gulls screech across the water.
It’s raw. It’s pristine. It’s Western Australia.
My name is Helen Bing and I’m from New Zealand. Travel has been an important part of my life. Through travel, I met my husband and brought him home with me. This has meant we have family spread widely apart, so that has been another reason for us to keep travelling. In 1991, we took our 3 children back to England to connect with the extended family. My sister-in-law lent us her caravan for the 3 months, which was somewhat smaller than we anticipated, and, we found that the awning leaked. However, with a few tweaks here and there, things turned out just fine.