Dear Mick and Gillian. This is a letter that I will probably send you at the end of my trip when I go home. I want to thank you for a number of things. Firstly thanks for inviting me into your home. It was nice to finally put names to faces. Secondly for bringing up a daughter who has a heart of gold, who kindly welcomed me into her family home and gives me security and happiness. Lastly if it wasn't for you taking that plunge at such a young age to emigrate to ...

Before I die I want to convince my friends and family to live their dream. This photo was taken from outside an art gallery/store. Not sure what you would learn inside but the outside art work taught me a lot. It made me think of the simplest things people would wish for or ask for if the right opportunities and timing arose.. Here I am living the dream at the other side of the world which makes me realise just how lucky I am. I am tired this evening. The sun ...

Start the day off with washing, folding and cereal eating. Followed by chatting, showering and snacking. Deciding to go driving, delivering and shopping. Back to eating, driving and reminiscing. Ending on laughing, watching and searching. Now to snoring! I don't think I snore but Boyd does. It's funny how we have different habits and ways but it never ceases to amaze me that despite the long distance I feel so close to home. In terms of driving on the same side o...

Back in the outdoors and the first thing I see is a calf pooping! All night and most of today it has rained filling the water butts and the frog pond not to mention the poor horses ears. You remember me telling you about the potential bush fire???? well I wasn't far wrong and in fact saw one of the local fields on the hill top black as coal. I felt guilty for wanting to and actually stoping to take a photo of the scene which is now today's blog album cover. On ...

I must have looked like a fruit loop walking around an Australian supermarket (IGA) searching for red top milk and cereals. I picked up a packet of hair grips on my way around which they call Booby pins and cotton buds named cotton tips. I'm swiftly learning the jargon but I still have a long way to go. I honestly think I had a constant smile on my face from the point I sat in the car on the drive ready to turn the ignition to when I deliberately drove past the ...