We were away early, some of us like a decrepit greyhound, others like a bloody one year old colt or is that gelding?). But the good news, no blisters, feet pretty good all round, most of us sleeping at least 4-5 hours per night and no one has killed anyone yet. (other than most of us wanting to hurt Simon in some way … only because he is smart and funny …..sometimes)
A perfect evening followed, with great food, delightful company and wonderful yarns, all occuring before a fabulous vista. (where’s the violin??) We all slept pretty well except Deb who ended up on the veranda, with her possum mates, escaping the snorers in the adjoining room.