I celebrated my birthday last month by whisking the husband and 6 friends away for an extended weekend by the beach full of late nights, starry skies, board games, and cooking. This meant a chance for me to experiment with packing minimally for the 3 night, 4 day stay.
I packed with half the assumption that we would be house bound and buffeted by a chilling southerly wind, because anyone who has experienced Tasmania summer over the years will know we are liable for even snow to fall in the middle of summer.
The bag included two pairs of shorts, a casual button chambray shirt, two tshirts, a silk tank, a roomy jumper, a pair of jeans and a pair of casual sandals.
Of course I packed underwear too, but you really don’t need an eyeful of that.
The weekend totally threw me however (so did the spectacular venue), and we had incredible weather, a credit to the state and perhaps a horrible upside of global warming. I try to see the positives wherever I can.
Photo credit: bighappysunflower
Daylight hours were spent exploring the private beach 10 minutes walk from the house, a quick car trip to nearby Kate’s Berry Farm in Swansea for ice cream and the obligatory seasonal berries, and chilling at Spiky Beach and Spiky Bridge on the way back. Nights were spent playing incredibly animated games of Articulate, Exploding Kittens (something tells me Cards Against Humanity would have been a shameful success too), with plenty of drinks flowing well into the night. Did I mention there is a wood heated sauna as well? There is a wood heated sauna on site. More on that in another post.
Here’s what I learned, though – I should have packed a few more tops, a pair of closed toe shoes (for rock hopping and to protect my toes from stepping on hardy native grasses), and slipped my eye mask in too. I always forget how bright beach side accommodation can be first thing in the morning. The jeans and jumper were overkill but again, this is Tasmania – any bloody weather can happen. An extra tshirt and tank would have helped because I found I changed about twice a day, usually after coming back from morning fun on the beach. Face it, the last thing you want to do after stepping fresh out of a shower is to wear the same clothes you just got sweaty in. I’m not a diva. Promise.
The extras that would have helped sooo much.
That green thing is an electrified tennis racquet, bought as a joke a few years ago by the husband, but which has given me minutes of acute (sadistic?) entertainment during the summer months, frying mosquitos and noxious flying irritations. Next time I go anywhere that is beach bound, I’m taking that thing with me.
PS: stay tuned for an interview with Susan West, owner of the stunning place we stayed at for my birthday weekend, Thalia Haven, a true hidden gem of Tasmania.