Our very last day. We're going home. I cried on and off for most of the day. Packing up our stuff and getting our bags ready to go. Its hard to put into words. The oppressive, weighty feeling of sadness coupled with the lump rising in my throat and the not too distant feeling of dread at the thought of the journey home. We bought a thank you card and Nick left me the unenvious task of writing it. I could hardly see my pen as I blinked away the tears, gripped by...

Its our last full day. We've got 28 hours and I'm ready to cry already. In 48 hours I'll be home. Back to normal, miles away from here and all the lovely things that go with it. Sunshine, socialising and swimming! Last night we went to Catherines Vineyard curry house. Its on the edge of a massive pond with a fountain. It was pitch black when we arrived but I've seen pictures of it. Its beautiful. As is the case with a lot of places it was BYO. I had a bottle of ...

Yesterday was wine tour day. Rich dropped us in Guildford ready for the pick up. We waited and waited and waited. We had a sneaky suspicion someone had forgotten us. Nick called them to check, which was luck because we were right, they had mised us! When the bloke finally arrived with hus little mini bus we were well behind! Luckily it didnt take long for us to catch up. We went from winery to winery tasting all of their fine wares. We had red, white, still, sp...

Today has been tremendous. We've been out all day, just the two of us. We are now at Whitfords beach. Nick has just woken up and gone wandering off for a cigarette so I am totally alone. I am on a blanket in a little cubby hole in the sand dunes on the fringe the beach. The wind is light, the sun is still warm even thoughts getting later, and the only sound is that of the sea, and the pages of my journal flapping. After breakfast we got ready for our little adv...

It's now 11.40 and I'm in bed. So much for an early night. So picking up where we left off. After escaping the cluthes of the housing estate and all of its identical roads, we carried on driving along the coast until we found Mandarie Marina. It was a bit posh! In fact it was a lot posh. I had a cotton dress thrown over my swimmers and for the first time since we arrived I actually felt underdressed! The houses were like mansions and there were yachts parked wher...