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by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft #IndianOcean #Seaside #Dreams #Motherhood #Impact #Grateful * Last Sunday, Anya and I stood at the edge of Burns Beach, toes in the wet sand, watching waves roll in from the Indian Ocean. The morning was cool – Perth winter settling in – but the sun was warm on our faces. She pointed at the horizon, squinting against the light. "What's there, Mummy?" I crouched down beside her, following her gaze across the endless blue. "The whole world," I

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft I want to tell you about something that happened a couple of weeks ago. Anya and I made cupcakes. Not the first time, but this time it was special. She wore her pink chef's hat – the one that's slightly too big and keeps sliding over her eyes – and took her job very seriously. Measuring flour. Cracking eggs. Filling each tin with exactly the right amount of batter because she'd decided that if even one cupcake was smaller than the others, the whole ba

My Happy Place #dreams #perthlife #beach #happy I don't recall much from my childhood, unfortunately. Only glimpses of random occasions, single sentences out of context, sometimes a face and a fragment of a conversation. I wish it could be more. I do remember one sunny afternoon in the summer of 1984 though, when my parents took us to the seaside for the first time. We rented a little cottage in the middle of a pine forest in the Slowinski National Park, just by the sand dune