by Kerry Tolson @kerrytolson.com
Realising we hadn't been to 'the bay' in over a year and at a loose end on a glorious sun-soaked Saturday afternoon, we moseyed on over to Byron Bay and soon found ourselves at the Surf Festival drooling over sweet teepees, acid-swirled kombies and incredibly stunning 'wall-hangers' - surfboards so beautiful they double up as both blades for the waves and works of art for the wall. Along with mermaid fins, princess-seashell crowns, happy-clappy yoga tents, shamanic wands and 'happy high' ale; it was all so very gloriously Bryon.
But there's so much more to the clichéd bryonian vibe and as we drifted along on a wave of bliss we soon found ourselves surfin' Bryon Bay's vibrant urban art scene.
Hello! I'm Kerry
. . . a plan-nothing, have no idea where I'm going travelholic.
A daughter of the gypsies and the wife of a workaholic, I'm forever wondering 'What's over there?' and devising ways to squeeze through the barbed-wire fence of small-business ownership responsibilities and every-day life tangles to discover it.
and this is my book.
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