Friday night rolled around and I set off after dark down south, heading to a small camp site at Termeil Point, an hour past Jervis Bay. I was beginning to second guess my intent while I drove through some torrential rain, but by the time I reached camp the skies had cleared.
I woke to a gorgeous winter morning so I took a chair down to the deserted beach and had one of the best breakfasts in recent memory. With nothing else to do I spent the day exploring the surrounding area, reading, and psyching myself up for a swim.
The water was brisk but the snorkeling through the crystal clear ocean was invigorating. Paddling over the shallow rocky reefs, watching the ebb and flow of the seaweed under the pulsing waves, I emerged from the water numb but feeling vibrant!
The night was passed reading in my sleeping bag, listening to the wind whip through the trees and smelling the smoke from the nearby camp fires.
The next day was more of the same, colder than the previous and a larger swell rolling into the beach, but crisp clear skies and more wind. Once again I relaxed on the beach after breakfast, and spent some more time in the water.
Around lunch I packed up camp and drove back to Sydney, relaxed and refreshed for the first time in weeks. A weekend well spent.
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