The Road Home

Tewantin to Toowooomba – an inland route, and our thoughts turn to the mundane chores of packing the car and setting the cogs of home routine in to action. A final walk and swim (well it would have been if it had not been raining 🧜‍♀️🌧) and we are off. Though the giant Creepy Crawlie didn’t seem to notice the rain….lol.

While today’s drive might be a means to an end, it is a drive full of contrasts with hopefully more gems to find.

So we travelled back along the M1, then followed the small communities of Wanuram, D’Aigular, hippy Woodford and stopped for brunch at Kilcoy. The town has done a terrific job of preserving its early European history through many boards identifying the timelines of the various buildings and the streetscape.

Having found a modern bakery at CJ Pastries with a gluten free steak and potato pie, and OM spotting a sausage roll and an apple turnover we drove to Yowie Park. Yes, there is a statue to the mythical creature. The wildlife frequenting the waterlilly lake don’t seem to be worried about it though!

Onwards towards home bypassing Toogoolawah, then through Esk with its Antique shops attracting weekend bargain hunters, before winding our way through childhood nightmarish flashes of dark shadowy drives between Nambour and Toowoomba on a Friday night to visit maternal grandparents. The scenery through Ravenshoe, then Hampton, Geham, then Highfields is green and has that distinctive smell of lantanae and lush grasses……the smell of coming home.

And as we pull in to the driveway it will be closing the chapter on our nostalgia trip and time to

□ apologise profusely to the garden for our neglect this past week and give it a long, cool watering

□ unpack, clean and polish the trusty Toyota tripmobile

□ wash the salty smell of the coast out of the clothes

□ linger over the products we bought while finding pantry positions for them

□ and relax in the familiar surroundings of home

Thanks for travlyn with me on this trip……..ciao til next time

Pooling our resources

Have caught the holiday lazy bug, so instead of a morning walk, I blobbed and laughed out loud at Janet Evanovich’s Twisted 26 – another Stephanie Plum novel. Then of course the hips called out for a bit of excitement, so I created a mini aqua workout in the very mellow lagoon pool. Mighty relaxing! Hips were happy 🤣

Back to the marina for grilled barra for me and mango gelato for OM for lunch and the Sunday markets and live music before we cruised down the river on the ferry to Hastings St and THE beach. The photo of the stall is for you Suzie.

The cruise and the commentary were very interesting and we learnt lots about the migratory terns, the hand feeding of Richard the resident pelican, the reason for the population cap on the Noosa area and saw a wide variety of houseboats and pleasure seekers both in the water and along the banks – particularly along Noosaville foreshore. A great way to get from Tewantin and back!

While waiting for the return ferry, we witnessed a bewildering display of young alpha males of about 18 or so fronting up to younger teens for disrespecting their elders…… as they muat have been 50 years younger than us it was quite hilarious to think they thought of themselves as elders. How times have changed. Don’t you /I cringe even just saying that……🤣

Shade was at a premium at the beach, as were the prices of the top end houses along the river ranging from 8-18 million. The heat was stifling under the beautiful blue sky, but I loved the pandanus and the shadows they threw. Window shopping in the shaded arcades was needed. Sameness everywhere, with much promenading by the well-heeled and the wannabes. But it would be churlish to sneer cynically at what obviously keeps this area’s economy humming along. As this is not a school holiday, albeit a weekend, the numbers of people everywhere must have been quite heartening for business owners.

After so many delicious foodie finds, we both decided a quiet night clinking champagne glasses, nibbling cheeses et al and eating seafood chowder sounded good, so it was off to the seafood market for supplies. Hmm we are wondering what the homemade garlic prawn pie will be like…..

Watching the thousands of flying foxes at sunset on their nightly inland foraging flight reminds us that we too will be heading away from the coast tomorrow and back home to Tba. I will enjoy the last leg of OM driving as I have to head back to Brisbane as the solo driver on Tuesday for a scolding by my skin specialist and don’t really get back home and into routine til Wednesday. The trip is almost over…….but will end where this day began……in the pool.

Eumundi and the Emus

Early Saturday morning in Tewantin unwinds slowly, and offers plenty of historic plaques to highlight features along the cycle and walking paths. The streetscape is bordered by vibrant seaside species and the plants are interesting too! 😃 An hour checking out the many boutiques and op shops brought me back to the marina for a brekky hot chocolate with work colleague friend Katina at her regular coffee spot. Sadly Katina has noticed an increasing amount of personal racism in her Noosa precinct which is very disheartening to hear. Hopefully Australia wakes up to the potential of our multicultural neighbours and friends.

Was very excited to be heading off to the Eumundi Markets, but was a little overwhelmed by the change from my last recollection. The more squishy side of the markets next to the state school is in the Girafe Square. The narrow aisles were mostly selling clothes and imported goods, but there was a distinct sameness about it. Even the live music wasn’t enough to boost the moods for sales.

However, over the road at the Original Eumundi Markets, there was more of the handmade, local product principle. And I found two lunch treats. The first was a salmon and caper tart with a polenta base. Delicious! Then the ‘bread you have never heard of’ – Brazilian Tapioca bread. Super delicious!

Definitely hidden gems along the main street as well as the ambling and wide aisles make this side of the street our preferred site.

Then exploring the Tinbeerwah Lookout and its clear far reaching coastal views on our way back to our evening charcuturie board, and a cool white wine.

Happy holiday tripping!

Tewantin turns it on

The drive from Coolum, and our very pleasantly appointed bnb, is a feast of colour from the greens of the fields, trees and broms and orchids in the gardens of houses creeping ever closer to each other.

Nostalgic memories of visits to the Ginger Factory 50 years ago were replicated when we pulled up at Yandina’s ongoing famous landmark. The tourist train tooted its way past as we carried our bounty of ginger beers and ginger snacks and ginger byproducts back to the car before crossing the road to Nutworks. The contrast was immediate. Where the Ginger factory was brisk, bulk and commercially big, Nutworks is intimate, selective and softened by its cafe greenery and bubbling staff.

Our macadamia and banana smoothie on macadamia milk was sumptuous, and our purchases reflected OM’s breakfast toast tastes of Pineapple and Ginger jam, and great prices on Macadamia oil and chocolate gifts for lucky family members. Heartily recommend this spot!

We meandered our way from Yandina to Tewantin and explored the Marina and checked out the ferry times and, on the recommendation of a passing local, had a relaxing lunch of fish and chips and a wander around the shops. A drive to Tewantin’s Community Centre showed that small seaside community vibe. A direct contrast to the tourist bustle and surfing mecca of Noosa Heads which was our next destination.

We spotted the places we had stayed and played at one of the Noosa Food and Wine Festivals a few years ago, and lost count of the number of the board riders cresting a small wave swell, but under a sunny sky. Traffic around Hastings Street is even more of a nightmare than we remembered.

We pre-planned the need for cash for our Saturday jaunt to the Eumundi markets, found an atm and then hightailed it back to Tewantin and our digs for the next few days at Noosa Lakes Resort. Well-appointed studio room with the complimentary Wolf Blass bottle overlooking the pool and our supply of cheeses and nibbles and we were sold! My swim in the lagoon pool was the icing on the cake.

Relaxing with current novels and a respite from the sun, we managed to wile away the afternoon effortlessly before heading back to the Marina for dinner at Pier 11 overlooking the Noosa River. OM enjoyed the Seafood Spaghettini while the sauce on my lamb shoulder and mixed green vegies and Kippfler potatoes was rich and moreish! The perfect end to a great day as we wandered back to Unit 417.

Ohboy – Obi

Kondalilla Falls circuit in the National Park was the early morning outdoor gym this morning. For anyone looking for the company of hares, brush turkeys and kookaburras to start the day, then this is a great option. The picnic area sets the scene for the history and characteristics of the National Park with a solid information display board before striding on.

The gentle slope of the walking track leading from the picnic area became a major mountain sized slope on the way back 😂 but boy the variety of vegetation, the pools and the falls made the return trudge bearable.

The first water feature was the Picnic Creek flow and bridge. Then the steps appeared! And more and more steps climbed the inclines along paths of ferns, staghorns and grasstrees leading to the Obi Valley views. There were the most amazing views of the mist and the various colours of the canopy leaves.

Then it was moving on to reach the rockpool section, then the 80 metre drop of the actual Falls. Wow! Needed a mid-return meditation break…OMMM….puffing be gone…..OMMM 😌 😅

Breakfast was really relaxing…..the studio unit at Kondalilla Eco Resort had a very peaceful aspect…….crappy shower though. After mopping the floor and throwing out the sodden toilet rolls, we drove back to the Lillyponds at Mapleton. A much better water experience.

An hour later we were at the Point Pirie lookout at Coolum Beach – sadly the lustre of the beachviews was a bit dulled by the need for the RACQ and a new battery. The service couldn’t be faulted and we were soon on our way to OM’s cousins for a family history lunch and reminesce.

Our airbnb was eventually found and we relaxed before another ‘friends from the past’ catchup. What a surprise to have 50 years dissolve away in seconds. The Coolum Surf Club didn’t really register as a venue because our chatter outvoiced the pokies. Food was typical club fare….but the company was 5 star.

The surf beckons…….but first a toast to our beautiful daughter’s birthday. 🍾

Caloundra and Hinterland

Day 2 of our Sunny Coast journey.

This was the day! Wet, wet, wet, watching board riders in the churning surf through the windscreen wipers, cruising the Caloundra beachfront, then a delicious lunch catchup with my Aunt Jen and her sister, my childhood friend Dale and her family in their fabulous Kings Beach apartment, then more wet, reading The Little Coffee Shop of Kabul by Deborah Rodriguez, and watching the tennis, nibbling cheeses and wine from our Ocean Views Resort balcony (which had no ocean view)……and fingers crossed for a better day 3.

Day 3 – The Range and Hinterland

Maleny holds many, many treats for the organic buyer, the cheese taster, icecream licker, pie cruncher, art hoarder and clothes shopper……..and my heart skipped a beat at the second hand book store. Antiques and crystals and cheese tasting (yes, it was so good it deserved a second mention), and an IGA. What more could you ask for? For those contemplating a trip to the hinterland here are some images to gorge upon.

The fun signs

The flora and fauna

A short drive along the ridge to Montville with its small community vibe…and loads of history preserved by stalwart volunteers.

The art and crafts are thriving all along this drive, and the tongue in cheek footpath art, the lush parklands and the wood craft were the highlights.

And on to Mapleton………nostalgic reminder of our honeymoon at the pub on the corner, then down the secluded laneway to a stupendous valley view, delightful cousin company, delicious dinner, wine, cheeses and a stunning sunset all with a backdrop of king parrots and flying foxes. Who needs overseas travel?

Then it was wending our way back to the studio in the Kondalilla Eco Resort which backs on to the National Park……..a little tired and past its prime perhaps, a bit like us, but the setting is stunning.

The sunshine today was back in the name, and we were thankful for such pleasant weather.

On the Road Again

After a year of abject Covid carnage but the blessing of being able to work with delightful newly arrived Yazidi refugee students busting to learn English and dedicated teaching colleagues at the local high school, cancelled overseas and homegrown travel bookings, family issues and slipping in to less than healthy eating and exercising habits, enough was enough! So taking full advantage of Queensland’s relative freedom and needing to feel the sand and surf again, my OM (Obliging Mate) and I have set off on a nostalgia trip to the Sunshine State’s Sunshine Coast.

Day 1 saw a slightly drizzly start from home in Toowoomba. Not unhappy that the garden might get a drink while we are away though. An uneventful drive through the Lockyer Valley, past Ipswich and on to the motorway leading us north through Brisbane, and we were off on a long-awaited adventure. The Brisbane River divides not only the physical capital in to two competing camps of north and south, but we did the inevitable memory jogger of “When was the last time we were northside?” Being Southsiders there was a hint of superiority in that question I fear.

All rather ho hum suburban scenery. Then we crossed the Hornibrook bridge, and were glad to see the familiar fishing from the remnants of the old toll bridge – a penny a pop in old money- and suddenly we were on The Peninsular.

Our mini-vacation had begun! How appropriate to start with catching up with old friend and colleague, Gina. Her rendezvous on the Margate foreshore opposite the Red Dolphin fish and chip shop was a great spot – the crow, seagull and inevitable ‘bin chicken’ ibis also thought so. With a brisk South Easterly wind whipping up whitecaps, and a slightly hazy view across to Moreton Island, we tucked in to a highly rated lunch and in to natter. Bags of reading matter and jigsaws were exchanged as well for a couple of charities back home and we then continued north along the seafront to Mon Komo, our digs for the night. Great location.

A quick luggage drop off and we were on our way to the meetup with school chum Pam. She and partner Den are global adventurers and we had a lovely time telling traveller tales together, while admiring their beachfront apartment – a little piece of Santorini transported – and that same Moreton Island vista. No ho hum suburbia here!

Dinner was a light curry evening at Royale Indian along the streetscape showing a few signs of Covid collapse with empty shopfronts and the aftermath of lockdown and a nervous and uncertain economy. Though for a Monday night, the numbers of dine-in patrons was encouraging.

Then for the early morning walk to uncover the history of the area that sadly Brisbane southsiders lack.

What a discovery! The boardwalk only a few metres down below from Marine Parade, and obviously a favourite with early morning locals, holds hidden gems. Though the weather was overcast and drizzly, the adrenalin of walking and finding the quirky, cute or curious always spurs me on. As the sun tried to peak through it lightened the shoreline and allowed me a glimpse of how community facilities can be contoured in to the landscape well…..Sutton’s Beach a fun example.

Further along came the pavilion, the jetty, the Anzac Park and the memorials to Europen settlement – noting the first spot in Queensland.

The streetscape shares the old and the new, the past and the present…….quite a variety. I particularly liked the lines of long ago architectural fashions. Then there were the hidden gems in arcades and the Bee Gees Way tribute to Redcliffe’s famous singing brothers. Lots of coffee shops were opening for their regulars and my exploration of this interesting section of the coast ended back at the hotel before OM even stirred. Thanks Redcliffe.

A Sydney Sojourn

Well, a lengthy travel layoff has meant a chance to catch up with Christmas, New Year and new work action, and planning for 2020 – as well as weather watching as months of  horrendous fires and now summer storms have kept too much celebration at bay.

So it was with much anticipation that the weekend of a trip to Sydney came around.  Expiring frequent flyer points and an urge to see the city again and visit a niece were the impetus.

The ping of the text messages at 3 am should have been the clue as to the weekend ahead.  Yes, our Jetstar flight was cancelled.  But after 2 hours of trying to get our reconfirmed booking details we propped up the eyelids and headed off.

And then along came the rain…….our drive from home to the airport parking, then the airport was a wakeup for LSM as he hadn’t encountered traffic snarls like that on the motorway before.


However, we made it, Qantas eventually rebooked us all and we cranked up our Lunar Festival trip, found our driver Jeffrey at the other end, and arrived at our little apartment at Surry Hills to find Jeffrey had given us the wrong apartment number.  Once sorted, we found our bearings around Oxford and Golbourn Streets, supplemented ALDI’s profits and enjoyed the great location and a quick Chinese meal.

So to Friday – The wet weather started heading to the coast, and we headed for the umbrella stand up the road. Our 9am tour of the Opera House was drizzly but thankfully inside.  Having always admired the Utson architecture and engineering genius from the outside, it was a real treat to see the inside, learn about its history and see the contemporary changes.  It is an undeniable amazing feat!

From the Opera House Concourse we strolled under the new brollies to Circular Quay.  Here we saw the 12 Chinese zodiac sculptures all the way to the cruise ship terminal – all different and all a visual pop to announce the 2020 Lunar festivities.

Along the quay with its iconic ferry, coat hanger bridge sights were the plaques dedicated to well known Australian authors, poets and activist voices.  The seagulls and I read them all….umbrella unfurled!


Of course our itinerary by this stage was disrupted, and we were now seeking indoor spaces, and were eager to travel on the very sleek light rail.  Senior concession for the Opal card was a handy $7.50 each for a 3 day pass which covered train, bus and ferry travel.  What a great deal!


With each break in the weather we walked and gaped a tourist gape.  We headed to Martin Place and walked to the Reserve Bank Museum. Always something interesting to see here – dampened protests, beautiful garden beds and the car of the future.

Yes, it may sound less than riveting, but on the strong recommendation of friends, we enjoyed the Museum immensely.  It reflects the history of the Australian economy through its bank notes, and we learnt so much.  Quite fascinating and definitely worth adding to your itinerary.  Free entry as well.

Back to The Rocks and hopeful of the Lunar Markets, we were not surprised to see the wet weather cause its cancellation.  However, for my fellow gf ers, I discovered Old Time Bakery Buckwheat and Sorghum gf wraps.  Delicious and didn’t fall apart.  The find of the weekend!  It was at the small shopping centre that we saw a small blessing of the shops for Chinese New Year good luck.


The Gallery of Contemporary Art was a midway stop.


More tapping on and tapping off the Opal Card as we hopped on the train from Central Station to Holsworthy where our beautiful niece Kymberley met us and entertained us with her recount of recent adventures in Nepal, Fiji and family scootering skills….yes, her chin injuries are healing nicely!  😋

Leaving Syd, Damien and Sam to their own devices and pizza, we trained it back to Chinatown where we enjoyed more dishes, and then walked back to our digs in the drizzle – trying to keep our mojo motivated.


Saturday was to be the Coastal walk from Bondi to Bronte, lunch at the beach and a relaxing gelato.  Well the drenching rain soon put paid to that, didn’t it.😎🌻

We went to the Museum of Sydney which was a great place to be on a damp Saturday morning.  Of course many families with unwilling children also claimed its sanctuary…….say no more.

Another big learning curve, with excellent exhibits and av around First Nations history, Cook’s ‘discovery’, colonisation, the building of the Sydney Harbour Bridge, the Opera House and contemporary Sydney art scene – the chess set of the Luna Park characters was a lot of fun, and Gollings photography of global architecture was superb. Another recommendation!



When we came out, all hope of the coastal walk disappeared as the wet closed in, so we refigured again, and off we went to Paddy’s Market where the highlight was the spices LSM bought to add to his culinary experiments once home.  Lunch, then waiting for the light rail to travel a few lines we hadn’t seen.  Drenching rain, full carriages and dripping umbrellas everywhere.  We got to Fish Market station and decided to return to the city, only to find that at Convention Station the line ahead was flooded so we all had to disembark…..😁

So our final activity was the stroll with umbrellas up, then down, then up around Darling Harbour.  We did get the ice cream that had originally been planned for Bondi….lol.  Lots of new architecture everywhere.



So we went back and read…..then a taxi back to the airport yesterday, flight not cancelled thankfully, and the drive back home to green grass knee high and lots of weeds and fungi greeting us.  Home sweet home!

Our 2020 house improvement project of the hallway, dining room and kitchen floor reno well underway in our absence.  Though we are batching in the back of the house this week until it is completed.

Soggy Sydney, but we did get to see lots.  Back in October for that Coastal Walk.

Next travel adventure is Penang Foodies tour in April…..see you then!


Cloncurry and Home

Opinion seems to be divided about the current state of affairs in The Curry.  Some business owners want more to attract tourists to stay longer, and visit more often to more vibrant attractions and events, while some locals are praising the efforts of the current Mayor and Council.  You can never please all of the people all of the time I guess……and perhaps we can form our own impressions with a long overdue visit.

The 30 kms from Wynberg to Cloncurry are on good highway, with a couple of new road accesses being constructed in to mining exploaration sites.  Then we entered the township, which is not very green or inspiring to be honest.


However, the chance to catch up with lovely local Mitakoodi woman, NF, was the highlight.  The Bakery certainly knows how to provide great soft bread, pies and coffees, so we nattered there with Nic before LSM went off to explore the cemetery and fuel up for the long drive back home.

Nic was a strong local advocate for the town and I loved the water tower with its 360 degree views and Nic standing under her nephew Barack’s painting by The Zookeeper was very beautiful.  The Coppermine Creek area holds lots of history of the Chinese community and the Aboriginal community, and we paid our respects at the graves still there.


Leaving Nic, where she works hard supporting employment opportunites for locals in the mines and construction sites, was a wrench.  She is a dedicated young woman with lots of culture to share and will always be a very, very special friend.

Back at Wynberg, we watched the patience of cousin Robert teach E how to ride the aging but obliging horse, Lindsay.  E was over the moon, that in one short session, she was riding him around the yard, and loving it! Home made sausages were on the dinner menu.

Farewells in the early morning light were sad, but inevitable…….and we headed over the grid and bid farewell to our tough, kind-hearted family.

Lark Quarry and the only Dinosaur Stampede on the planet was the first stop a mere 4 hours plus down the highway.  The 110 km road from Winton did not really prepare us for the gravel and the dust in our sturdy sedan.  We were wishing for our Hilux ute that had served us well on other offroad trips.  But the trip out and back was worth it.  Again E was gobsmacked!

Then it seemed like a doddle to reach Longreach, the swimming pool and time to prepare for the Stockman’s Dinner Show……yeeeha and steak to die for!  Again E was happy! We treated ourselves to a motel Abajaz brekky, then packed the boot and were on our way again.  Luckily E downloaded a few comedies to while away the endless miles of road and clouds and silence.

Luckily we had chosen to leave a visit to Blackall for the way back, and it was a great little town – vibrant and very visitor friendly!  Its photos of the local identities on each of the letters leading in to town is SPECTACULAR!  The Black Stump; Behind the Black Stump and Beyond the Black Stump also were a hit.

Then we pulled in to Augathella and discovered a surprisingly large, comfortable and cool family room at the motel.  Patchy wifi meant reading……..perfect! We managed to forage the one remaining cooked chicken in town and found a few great locally made salads to round out a tasty dinner.  Meals have been diverse and just the trick.

Final leg of the long haul……Augathella (Well done Amby on the Scar Tree historic site – looks great) to Toowoomba……and home to find the deep colours of the clivias. Gardening repair beckoned, but the wave of exhaustion and exhilaration won the day and we all dozed off dreaming of the days in The Outback.  E was glad to be out of the car with only an hour to drive back to her home on the morrow.

Congratulations to LSM for the fantastic job of the driving, and to E for fitting in with our quirks and we with hers.  The adventure is over…..for now.


When you plan to show a younger person Outback Queensland, the obvious destination for us is Wynberg.  This pastoral property lies about 30 kms south of Cloncurry on the highway heading to McKinlay.  The entrance is a classic!  Many years ago, a cement load was lost near the entrance gate and couldn’t be retrieved because of its weight.  It has had a few artistic designs, but the contemporary one smacks of Etamoogah Pub flavour.  It is certainly a helpful and happy entrance marker.


Why Wynberg?  Well childhood cousin connections continue as lifelong Woodgate family threads.  The Chaplains continue to provide the most hospitable welcome and varied experiences for city slickers like us, and we love getting back to the bush with them.  Thanks C&D.

So we arrived at the gate after the Age of Dinosaurs adventure about 11 kms west of Winton.  It was a quality time in the fossil laboratory, then a short shuttle ride to the Canyon where the 5 displays overlooking the vast plain were very intiguing, then a lunch practising our Aussie Fly Salute, and finally the Collection Room where the real fossils of Banjo, Matilda and Wade showed the dimensions and possible characteristics of our Australian Sauropods.

E is now looking at a career in palaentology!  She had heaps of fun……..and armed with the classic icecream, we continued on the Matilda Highway towards that cement marker.

How wonderful to hug my dear cousin and see the homestead and property regenerating after the horrendously damaging floods earlier in the year.  2019, though not the unprecedented event touted by the media, has been a tough one for the northern graziers and farmers.  However, the resilience is real!

Wynberg, under the skills of D and family, and under the always welcoming smile and classic home-making talents of C, has a well-deserved reputation for the consistently high quality of its beef, and the friendly support for transient workers from around the world.

So E soon swung in to routines of feeding the pigs, chooks and dogs – shown with enthusiasm by young grand children who visited from Cloncurry.  E tucked in to a yummy Shepherd’s Pie with gusto after the long day’s drive, then was chuffed to find herself like a princess, ensconced in a comfy bed in the same room her mother had occupied with her cousins on a childhood visit back in the day.  During that long ago visit, the 4 girls were convinced they saw the Min Min lights…and the evidence could be right!!!!!

A bush holiday highlight is making billy tea and damper twisties, so off we went to meet D who was doing fencing repair.  Always tastes better in the open air.  Such fun for E.  Flies were noticeably absent….thankfully!

More visitors arrived and the afternoon adventure was to go gold panning.  There is currently an active mining exploration not far from the homestead – not something C&D are ecstatic about, but don’t have any say about under the laws of the land.  With a bit of dirt gathered from the dry flow area brought back to the homestead, all the eager visitors, including E, were anxious to strike it rich.  LSM preferred a beer!  E ended up with two tiny, tiny specks which now are in the jar to take back to share at home.

Dinner is always a feast at Wynberg, as C is a deadly cook.  Pork chops marinated in yoghurt and spices, and a medley of roasted vegies capped off the day.  E has the run of the movie collection, so while the men watched the footie, we girls watched Smiley – the movie of the Augathella fame.  What a good look back at a simpler time.  We all loved it!

Yesterday the adventure continued with C coaching E in the making of banana cake, which was downed warm with melting butter as our lunch treat.  The afternoon was a relaxed one with board games and more movies as a reward for the gardening work repotting, and planting around the house tank.  A wander down with E to feed the pigs meant running the gauntlet through the curious and close herd of young bulls….E was stoic and we managed it ok.  Delicious bacon and egg and salad rolls for dinner had E back in the kitchen learning the ropes.  She is eating and sleeping so well!


Picnics and the return of two sons and family today will bring more adventures.  Wynberg is so relaxing!