Comfort.

eh... been away for a while. In fact, I was away today at a beach. Went to two beaches. And here's what I realised.

For all my childhood spent surfing and swimming and playing around on pure white sand along cool wavey coasts under hot sunny suns (am I overdoing the adjectives?), I think they may have just lost the appeal. Sure. I'm typing this while at work at 1:30 am on a Saturday night/Sunday morning, but I looked out over the water today and thought 'yuck. I could be inside with a crossword and a coffee.'

I mean, the water wasn't that cold, and the little bits of sea-weed and blue-bottle jellyfish weren't getting at me, but it just didn't seem right.

Suffice to say, I'm moving to a different sort of outdoor activity; Camping. (Am I over doing the italics?) Would like to take a little wench I know out into the bush, armed with condensed-milk-and-coffee-in-a-tube, plenty of unhealthy snacks, a box of matches, a tent and a few packets of cigarettes, and while away a night or two under the stars with a camp fire.

Sounds good, right? Only problem is, I'm wondering if that current dream-date be destroyed by a heavy does of reality and mosquitoes? So I guess the only way I'll find out is to try, right? (am I overdoing the rhetorical questions?)