We are home again. We got back yesterday from camping on the lawn at Lorne. Beach side and all. There’s something charming about that bush surrounded coastal town on the infamous Great Ocean Road. I love the little boutiques, the top notch eateries and the get your shoes off and get on the beach atmosphere. It’s a very easy place to hang out at and now with the school holidays over, the overwhelming buzz that surrounds the town over the peak period has dwindled and you can only hear whispers of leisure.
I have faint memories from camping in Lorne for a number of years in my early childhood. Shadowy images which make the town feel sentimental and reminiscent. Spot lighting for possums, smokey mist filtering through the town from the warming camp fires, late nights, riding my pink tricycle and friends. Always lots of friends.
I love visiting again, in this lifetime, creating memories and images in my little boys mind. Those images you take away with you for a lifetime right? Snap shots and captions which create the layers of an individual.
I didn’t take many photographs. Perhaps it was about just treasuring the memories within, but here are a few randoms that captured elements of our time in Lorne.

Friendly locals. These birds find us wherever we go.

Overcast, but not complaining

Fabric pretties in that cafe

I love a happy car
Little Vick was most disheartened when we told him it was time to pack up the tent and go home. He actually grizzled. He loves that over sized cubby that he gets to sleep in. I suspect it won’t be our last camping adventure for the summer, and I’m a-OK about that