Well Rod has the keys to the castle - thanks Rod.

Geoff Price has fixed our chairs with style and flair.

Sue has cleaned and scrubbed the castle clean.

Mal has done other stuff, which shall remain discreetly undisclosed.

There is always time before one actually slips the car into gear and move off on any adventure.

Well we had time this morning to have Evie over for a visit before we drove her over to kindy. She raced into the lounge and immediately looked through her pile of DVDs for the one she wanted. She has become a screen junkie I fear.

After what seemed like a thousand trips up and down the stairs everything seemed to be accounted for - it will be tomorrow before I realize I left my fly veil behind and the day after that my camera battery goes flat and I can't find the charger.

We park out in the street and are just saying good-bye and good luck to Rod when Nick and Mae breeze up to bid us farewell.

Then we are off, another adventure begins.

Well we ran down to Allora where we wanted to see how the bike was travelling in the trailer. We pulled off the road and checked it out, all good.

Then a bunch of bikes went past and one rider waved madly - then a little later up rolls Dell - she had recognized us - so it was great to catch up, all be it briefly - she had been off on a ride to the Oxley Highway with some girlfriends.

When we drove off we had to go up a bit of a slope to get back on the road, it was a bit steeper than Mal thought and the front wheel of the car came off the ground quite a way and of course Sue looking in the mirror expected the trailer to roll over and play dead. Yes we were not 50k from home and already we were on the brink of disaster.

We stopped up the road and checked the bike again - all good - we breathed a collective sigh and Sue came up with the bright idea of a peephole to check the bike without lowering the back tailgate - we are considering options.

Apart from a fuel stop in Warwick we drove on through to Undercliffe Falls for our first camp. We spent a full 5 minutes setting up camp and then walked to the top of the falls to break through a certain flat spot we were feeling. It has been such a rush to get away that we both felt a sort of anti climax.

The falls are very accessible and the flow of water was heartening. So when we returned we lit a campfire and sat in out renovated chairs (thank you Geoffrey) and had a quiet drink.

We baked potatoes in their jackets and only retired to Vicki when the fresh evening breeze became uncomfortable.

Mals Reflections - this section is only for the truly masochist

Flat

Later the light will be peaceful and blue

As the last warmth of sunlight is exhaled

And insects bring you to the present on queue

Before that, time will be filled with yellow rays

That catch the hovering hoard of fairy dust

In shafts up lifted as they play.

It IS late enough to feel the severed time

That is not early enough to start out new

And way too late for reason or rhyme.

We listen to the waterfall, ignoring flight paths low

Caught feeling flat in a present we want to pass.

We don't want this feeling now, let the water flow.

Mal did a drawing down at the waterfalls and as the water flowed past his feet so the flat feeling passed and the golden hour was all that it should be, fairy dust and all.