The weekend just past was a long one. Guy, myself and a few of our friends made the most of the extra day and headed for one of our favourite spots.
Its a secluded little property nestled in the Bega Valley. It belongs to the family of one of our friends and we are entirely grateful they let us crash it every now and then. In return we often spend time pruning fruit trees, collecting wood and basic maintenance stuff.
The boys love it because they get to do stuff they wouldn’t necessarily do in the city, like use chainsaws, go hunting, light fires, ride motorbikes and the list goes on.
This trip was spent relaxing. Guy went into it wanting to cook every meal on the fire. His menu included rubabrb and apple cobbler, cowboy beans (baked beans and chipolatas), roast pork with veg, cubanos, and campfire cones (aka sugar comas).
My days were filled with helping Guy cook, helping with rubbish burn offs and spinning, whilst my nights were filled with reading. I got a new kindle just before we left and oh man! how did I miss having one! Every time I fly, I break one, so I have been kindleless since our trip to South America last October. It was lovely sitting on the couch next to the roaring fire, reading!
I set up my spinning wheel wherever the people were. Meant I was still “productive” whilst sitting around the fire pit, whilst chatting.
I was sad to leave such an inspiring and soul soothing place. But I know I will be back.