another magical place

Miss Winnie Dixon relaxing on the grassy hill ...

The grassy hill that overlooks the harbour, is a spot that Miss D and I sit each night and lately, just after we've had a lovely long dip in the ocean. Around 6pm we leave this old brick house to go for our regular walk, but these last few days I put my bathing suit on and I carry our beach bag with us. After we've walked through the park and up onto the grassy hill, we climb down and over a few big rocks and onto the small curve of sandy beach that has become our secret little cove. We wade around in water as warm as a bath, so warm these past few days it's barely refreshing at all. We've been having a heat wave, it's been hot and humid, sunny and blue skies day after day. It's summer's best - August is - always.

We walk out into the water on bars of red sand, just deep enough that I can float and Winnie can easily touch . The water is crystal clear and the bottom like a freeway for hermit crabs, they're everywhere - zooming around, some teeny tiny, and others just plain small racing around in their little mobile homes. We're always very careful where we step. After we've lolled around in the warm salt water for a good while we climb back up the rocks and out of our secret private place and up onto the green grassy hill, just near the giant poplar trees who's leaves constant rustling sounds like music to me. The hill that's edged with wildflowers of every kind and those wildflowers are filled with insects ... of every kind.

Another magical place we love to be. Last night there was a warm breeze blowing in from the harbour and Winn and I stayed a long time, drying in the sun and the wind on our grassy hill, watching the boats come and go and chatting away.
I love her.






yup, you guessed it - a video clip of our grassy hill

the grassy hill from susan black on Vimeo.