Waking on the coast

Pine trees stand tall in front of the southern ocean, white fluffy clouds float in blue skies and birds lazily circle. Even through my fuzzy short sighted eyes the world has a clarity, a sharpness that has nothing to do with focussed edges. There is something magical about the coast, and especially about coastal Australia, there is a feeling, a spaciousness, a sharpness, a freshness that i've not ever seen anywhere else. Not that i've been lots of other places, but enough to get the idea that here is not like that many other places.

Victor Harbour is a curious place. It has a centre which oozes old world charm which qucikly slips into modern boxes of drap latte lifestyle minimalism, then into either bland burbs or classic 50's to 60's sea side holiday house architecture.

But now to breakfast!