Home. It drew ever closer despite my wishing our trip could go on. As we approached Canberra everything became more familiar, gradually at first then more and more quickly.
The roads changed from an ever unfolding adventure into streets I could drive backwards at night with my eyes closed (although probably not legally). We stopped in at Tim’s cafe first to say hello and ease our arrival. We were in no rush to actually be home despite being in Canberra. Afterwards we put off the inevitable a little longer by surprising the Sunday picnic crowd with our arrival. Continue reading “Day 139 – Milk & Cream”
So we’re here, we’re off, we’re on our way! Oh what an uneventful day. Unless you count…
The predeparture incident where Oliver ‘accidently’ clonked Emma in the chin with a padlock (see action photo below). He and Amy were both a little sad about Dad and Grandma being on their way and having seen the little padlock on the caravan towball Oliver wanted one of his own. So we gave him another one we had in the garage because it seemed that might help. But then we were taking a family photo and the padlock swung! Enough said of that incident.
So it was time to go and I casualy start reversing the van out of the driveway. Well I didn’t see the little red car coming did I. Good thing it saw me, though I don’t think the other dirver was too impressed having to wait. Neither was Emma when I hit the branch of a tree in the park opposite us. Continue reading “An uneventful day!”