Sand in between toes

We are going home tonight and I'm not sure I'm overly happy about that. No more zinc cream, no more sand in between my toes, no more salt on my skin and in my hair.

But I have sunkissed skin and a relaxed state of mind to remind me where my heart really belongs - in between the coffee rocks of Alex and the Maroochy river. Up on the Headland with the wind in my hair. And down by the breakwater during a storm with the sand blasting my legs.