So this blog post contains nothing about the National Trail, nor horses, nor camping nor donkeys.
In fact, it is absolutely and totally irrelevant. But I have a collection of photos from last weekend that I am excited about, so have been trying to to think of a blog post to incorporate them into. Makes it a little hard when the subject of this blog is BNT horse/donkey trekking, and said photos feature a donkey-less weekend at the beach. And as much as I would love to bring Basil and Jasmine down there, it is a National Park and our equines are still technically in quarantine on the property.
So perhaps I’ll call this post,
“Life’s A Beach After the BNT”.
Nah. Too self-absorbed. Already enough of those sorts of posts on this blog.
Or, “Donkeys Rest while Humans Have Fun at Beach”.
Or maybe the snide, “Why Our Beach is Better than Yours”.
But the reality is, these pictures aren’t so irrelevant to the BNT after all. Because when things got a little rough out there, there were two things both Z and I pined for.
and THE BEACH.
So here are some pretty pictures of a post-BNT day spent in our home town, at the beach. A celebration of home and beachiness, if you will. Which we are appreciating twice as much since we have returned. Apologies for the lack of donkeys 🙂