Often we hit the road not merely to reach a destination, but to rekindle the affair of moving, seeing and re-discovering. Last Saturday, I packed my sunglasses, camera lenses and followed two longtime friends up to Mornington Peninsula. We got lost on the curling road, went to a crafts market and settled down on a quiet beach where we shared conversations and cold stubs of beer. We climbed rocks, walked on wooden planks down to Cape Schanck, a picturesque rugged coastline fronting the waters of Bass Strait. 8 hours later, the girls and I returned to the bustling city with a slight tan, some lovely pictures and sand between our toes. But most importantly, we came back with memories, and that’s the best part of rekindled affairs.
A drive up Mornington