The Magic Place

So my regular hiatuses from this blog seem to continue, much to my dismay. Although this most recent of absences is due largely to the fact that I've been jaunting around the countryside for the past fortnight and have only returned to the land of the living in the past couple of days.

It was the most glorious of holidays. One of those moments in time when you dread returning to the dreary grind of normal day-to-day life. It was a holiday where we ventured into sunny territory in the middle of Autumn. A holiday where we were treated to subliminal live music every day and where we were oft reminded of just how lucky we were to be there. My friends, we escaped to that most spectacular of places - Byron Bay. And the music you ask. Ah yes, twas indeed Bluesfest. That mythicised and wonderful beast of a music festival that stretches over five (rather long) days in the humidity of the Northern New South Wales coast. It's one of those festivals that inspire envy in others, regardless of age.

There was something truly magical about being so far removed from our life back home. We escaped to a place filled with world music, muddy camping, nutella crepes, suntanning and beautiful beaches. Bear in mind that living in a country such as Australia it takes a rather long trek to find yourself in a place such as Byron and this holiday proved no exception. It took about 24 hours of driving in one direction to arrive at our destination and the journey itself provided a small mini-holiday. We got to see parts of Australia we would otherwise have left unexplored and it was all a great adventure (or perhaps odyssey may be a more fitting word). So let me take you there - albeit vicariously - to that magical place where holidays live.