As promised some progress shots – the painting of the kitchen cupboards is finished.
We’re vert happy with it. For just the cost of a bit of paint our kitchen is now shiny white and bright, instead of being beige and depressing.
This is a before shot. Some of you may prefer the two tone brown, it’s quite modern, but I prefer clean white.
Next the panels at the rear of the cupboards, the breakfast bar. More photos to come…..
We’ve been in our new home now for nearly four months. We moved in on 8 May, which in our southern hemisphere means we moved in as we were nearing winter, and what a winter it’s been. We’ve had rain, showers, or storms almost every day, so not very inspiring weather for any household decorating, or garden tasks. We’ve made very few changes as yet, which is a bit of a slow start for us. Normally we would have re-vamped the garden by now at least, and we would have at least begun to put our own stamp on the inside of any house that has become ours.
A couple of weeks ago an acquaintance from Bridge asked me how we were enjoying our new home. I answered without a lot of enthusiasm, which is unusual for me. Despite having moved house quite often, I usually love my homes. I think that’s because I love decorating. We usually buy run down places and we quickly get to work fixing everything up. After putting our hard work into transforming the places we buy we’re usually proud to call the re-newed places, ‘home’. My lack of enthusiasm this time took me by surprise.
There’s lots of changes I’d love to make to the house, but most of them would end up too costly, as each would have a domino effect. For example, I think the layout of the kitchen is terrible. I’d love to change it, but what a can of worms that’d open – not only would it mean re-aligning plumbing, and a total rebuild of the area, but it’d also mean all the floor tiles that extend through the entire living area would need to be lifted and replaced. A $40 – $50K new kitchen would end up snowballing to an horrendous job, a job which I’m sure would end up costing in excess of $100k. Not only is that money we don’t have lying around, it’d also be over capitalising for our little unit. So – the kitchen layout will remain as is. We had a good think about what we reasonably could do though that would put our own stamp on our little unit, things that would make the place feel like it belongs to us.
Consequently we’ve made a start. The first job was sorting out the TV alcove. As the recess isn’t very deep, we had temporarily adapted a couple of shoe cabinets to use until we decided how we’d furnish and decorate it. However the shoe cabinets fit the place so perfectly we decided that with a few adjustments they could stay. Paul’s butted them up together properly which meant shaving off a little bit of the wood, and he’s topped the white cabinets with a lovely piece of raw, light coloured timber. With the offcuts from the wood top he’s put up two offset shelves over the TV. We styled it mainly with coastal bits and pieces we already had around the place. The only thing we had to buy was a little stack of small books, and two tall vases in which to put the white reeds which we already had. Just that little change has already added a heap of ‘Paul and Chris’ type character. Paul’s done such a good job, I love it!
Next is the kitchen. Apart from the layout of it, there is really nothing wrong with it. All the laminated cupboards and drawers are in good condition, but they’re beige and brown in colour, and I’m a ‘white kitchen’ person. The exhaust canopy is good quality, and is reasonably new. The gas stovetop is fine, but induction will be better down the track a bit, and the oven, well that was appalling, so it’s already been replaced. The dishwasher works well, but it’s not a great dishwasher so that’s on the list for replacement too in the not to distant future. But for now, well with the grey floor tiles, the greige coloured walls and the beige and dark brown coloured kitchen cabinets, it was all feeling a bit to – well ‘beige’ I guess.
So what to do – paint it of course!
At the moment our kitchen is in bits. All the drawers are emptied with their contents all over the bench tops. The dining room table has paint sheets under it, and paint sheets over it, and all the cupboard doors are off, and are laid out wherever we can find a space for them. Within a couple of days they’ll all be re-fitted but instead of being beige and brown, they’ll all be gloss white. Then in the not to distant future, the beige panelling backing onto the cupboards will be re-done with white shiplap panelling. I’ll post progress photos as we go.
After we’ve replaced all the appliances and the single sink with a double one, we’ll probably get a new bench top. Apart from the cost of the new appliances, and a new bench top, it’ll cost us very little really in the scheme of things. When our spring weather starts we’re also going to go through the entire house and repaint all the ceilings, and will freshen up the walls changing the colour from greige to a warm white. It should make everything feel lighter and brighter, and it’ll make it feel like it’s ours. Then next time someone asks me, “how do you like your new home?” I’ll be able to answer with an enthusiastic, “I love it!” Won’t that be a pleasure!
After much research and soul searching, we’ve bought ourselves a swag. The swag is big, bigger than the little pup tent we used when first camping when only 25 years old. In fact, you could easily mistake this swag for a small tent.
As we’re nearly 45 years older than we were when we first used that little pup-tent, you would be forgiven for wondering if this little venture isn’t a bit of a mid life crisis. I’m not going to lie to you, it has crossed our minds as well. Only time and experience can answer that question. If the reality isn’t what we’re hoping for, at least the planning is proving to be lots of fun.
We’ve experienced lots of different tents and camping set ups, so we had a pretty good idea as to what’s important to us. Heavy canvas is a must. Good canvas insulates well against all weathers and temperatures, and it feels sturdy and homelike to be inside. When packed up it needed to be light enough in weight to be carried around by two old codgers with relative ease. This ruled out a lot of full sized canvas tents. We did however weigh up buying a small tent as opposed to a big swag. For those of you unfamiliar with what a swag is, it’s an enclosed shelter with a mattress inside. It all rolls up together into one bundle. A tent requires a seperate mattress to be carried. We decided on the simplicity of the swag with its included mattress for ease of set up. Then, last but not least, was that whatever we chose had to have good ventilation. Good ventilation is important for minimising any condensation. The 23 Zero Outbreak swag fitted all our criteria perfectly, and especially in relation to the ventilation. Nothing compared to the ventilation options in the Outbreak.
It arrived last week, less than a week after having placed our order. Coming all the way across country and with free delivery, that is amazingly quick. We had expected it to come across country on a truck, but 23 Zero air freighted across.
Living in a unit we don’t have a garden, so having just a small patio we moved things around as best we could so as to be able to pitch the swag. It was so easy to erect, taking us less than five minutes on our first attempt. Pitching it on our paved patio though meant we couldn’t peg it down, so that’ll take an extra minute or two when camping in the forest. My biggest concern had been as to how easy it’d be to get in and out of. I have to say, it was really, really easy.
Tills thought it was pretty good, however he won’t be included in our camping trips. He’s prone to anxiety, so when away from home life with him becomes a bit of a chore.
We had a bit of a trial run on Friday night. It proved to be spacious, yet cozy, and the mattress comfortable, but not quite as comfortable as we would have liked. As we hadn’t been able to peg the swag out properly we also couldn’t open the windows for ventilation correctly. This meant we ended up with some condensation forming under the mattress. We had been debating what, if any, ground sheet we’d place under the swag, so last night’s trial run has determined that for us – we’ll use the clip together heavy foam mats that campers often use. This should add that tiny bit of extra cushioning for our hips when sleeping on our side.
We had hoped to fit everything into our small Yaris Cross hatchback, so on Saturday we had trial run at loading the car with the exception of the gazebo which hasn’t arrived yet. Whilst we plan to be relatively minimalist with our set up, and although everything will fit inside the car, we think it’ll make life much easier to tie the swag and gazebo onto roof bars, even though it’ll affect fuel consumption a bit.
As soon as we get a couple of days forecast without any rain on the radar, we’ll drop Mr Tilly at our friends place, get some wood for a fire, and head down to the forest near us to try it for real. Each day I get up and look at the forecast for the following seven days. Showers everyday so far, so we watch and wait. Will let you know if a few nights in the swag is ‘pleasure or pain’, just as soon as I can, watch this space….
Berry Springs, approximately 50kms south of Darwin, is a favourite picnic spot for both tourists and locals alike. Not surprising really, IT’S JUST GORGEOUS! We visited Berry Springs twice on our recent visit to the top end.
The water flows downstream towards the middle, main, swimming area. There’s steps that lead down to the water’s edge in all pools, with ladders into the water to make getting in and out safe.
The lower pool was the quietest of them all. At first we were reluctant to venture into the connecting waterways between the pools, fearing crocs could be lurking in those narrower, rocky areas. However, it didn’t take us long to lose our fears as we saw others venturing into the more secluded, connecting streams. The rangers do a pretty good job of monitoring for dangerous predators and have all sorts of traps, and warning devices for any Salties (Estuarine Crocodiles) that may venture into the swimming areas earmarked for safe public swimming. Please note, these areas are not considered safe during the wet season, and the swimming areas are generally kept closed. I would never venture into any of the water holes during the dry, or the wet season though until at least mid-morning after I know the rangers have had a chance to check things out, and there are at least a few other people in the water. There’s no way I want to be the only main course on offer for any big croc that’s lost his or her way in the water ways. At least if one has managed to evade all the warning devices, I can at least hope that I’m one of the less appetising courses on offer in a smorgasbord of swimmers.
Being strong swimmers, Paul and I started off in the lower pool and swam upstream, through the beautiful, and more secluded connecting waterways. We’d stop and float around for a bit of a rest in the busier middle pool before tackling the faster flowing current up the upper pool where the falls are. Then after getting our free shoulder massage courtesy of nature, we’d slowly drift effortlessly down to the middle pool, then through the last magical waterway and back into the lower pool.
On one occasion we braved a short swim a little further down from the lower pool, but didn’t go far. It was a bit to isolated for most people, us included, but we found a nice, big, half submerged branch to hang onto for 10 minutes or so. Bush turkeys were grazing on the nearby banks, and blue dragon flies were landing on the tips of the branches we were hanging onto. It was such a peaceful place, a little bit away from the crowds, a place where we could just immerse ourselves into the tranquil nature that’s Berry Springs. Our favourite spot in the Northern Territory, and what a pleasure it was to visit it twice within a few days of each other. Just gorgeous!
It’s just over 10 years since we first visited the Northern Territory, just over 10 years since our first, and only visit to Litchfield National Park, until now that is.
Our first visit to the beautiful Litchfield was a one day only trip, but in 2014 we never did anything slow. We always promised ourselves we would slow down, but at that time we still buzzed around like blue arsed flies, and our visit to Litchfield was no exception. Berry Springs, Buley Rock pools, Florence Falls and the Magnetic Termite mounds all within a few hours of each other….. Total madness!
Finally, we’ve slowed down. This time we’re spending a week camped near Litchfield with the intention of exploring the natural wonders within the park and nearby surrounds, and doing justice to each and every place we visit.
Today was Buley Rock Pools, a favourite with the local Darwin Population. Litchfield is a far more popular holiday, week-end or even day trip place with the local population that the more famous, Kakadu National Park. In fact the locals often refer to Kakadu as ‘Kakadon’t’. Having visited both ten years ago, I can understand their sentiments.
Anyway onto Buley.
As you can see Buley is a series of crystal clear pools, each fed from a short cascading waterfall from the pool above. Visitors find a lovely spot to stretch out in the cool, running, water to catch some sun, or they find a torrent under which to sit, the water pounding their shoulders like powerful spa jets, or they’ll find a nice ledge to sit on in a calm stretch of water and chat for a while.
And that’s it from Litchfield for today folks. It’s close to happy hour and I want to have a shower first, and do a few a chores (yes you still have to do washing, even when on holiday).
After spending four nights at an hotel on Darwins waterfront, we picked up our hire camper van yesterday and headed towards Litchfield National Park. Our chosen place to camp for the week is in a powered site at the Litchfield Safari Park. By the time we picked up shopping on route it was mid afternoon when we arrived. A quick sort out of our hired camper, food and clothes away, and we headed to the pool for a quick dip, and then begun to make plans for the rest of the week.
There’s quite a few walk trails in the park, along with waterfalls and swimming holes. Of course there’s always a bit of a danger of crocs, but generally in the dry season the water holes are reasonable safe, and the rangers put out all sorts of traps to ensure none move into tourist swimming areas. Any sign of them and the areas get closed quick smart until the croc is caught and re-located. Of course, the fresh water crocs are around, but they’re timid and usually keep well away from people. If I saw either in the water of course, I’d be walking on water faster than Jesus Christ and I’d be back on dry land faster than lightning.
Today we chose the Wangi Falls walk. It was graded as a moderate walk of around an hour, and true to its description, it was in fact only a moderate walk, and it did only take approximately an hour. The walk starts at the Wangi plunge pool and water falls, and then meanders up and around the back of the falls in a circuit finishing back at the swimming hole. It’s a steep walk in places, but it’s not to difficult for a couple of old ducks like us. Mind you, Paul is a bit of a mountain goat, I definitely am not. I’m okay going up hill and can hold my own, but when it comes to the downhill sections I take my time and pick my way carefully.
The walk went through shady areas of green pandanas with hundreds of bats hanging from the trees overhead, then onto to rocky inclines with very little shade. I had been a little worried that a moderate grade walk may have been a bit too difficult (thinking back to moderate grade walks in Karijini – walks that had me wondering at the time, moderate for who, a fell runner). I needn’t have worried. The walk was indeed true to the grading assigned to it (in this writers opinion anyway). Very pleasant indeed.
Paul manages the steep sections easily. I pick my way, wearing my sturdy books and leaning on my trustee bush walking pole. I couldn’t do it without either, as well as my trusted walking companion Paul. Paul knows my limitations well and is intuitive to the places where a balancing arm or shoulder doesn’t go astray.
The walk finished, we made ourselves a chicken and salad roll in the camper, grabbed a bottle of water and headed back to the Wangi picnic area to eat it. Then into the water hole for a swim. It was cool to get in, but lovely and refreshing. I tried hard to get under the falls but they were just a tad too powerful. I got close though.
Then came the promised ice cream from the cafe. At $8.75 each, $17.50 for two, this won’t be the first of many, a one time treat only. I savoured and enjoyed every lick!
I can’t conclude this post without a bit of a whinge. Bloody WordPress has done some sort of an upgrade AGAIN. I wish they wouldn’t fix what ain’t broke! Now it’s all difficult to use again. Photos won’t go in where I want them, they go in at sizes I don’t want them to be, hence a photo of an ice-cream beside the Wangi plunge pool (I know the two don’t go together it was either that or have an image taking up a column space only on the page…… Grrrrr!!!!
Paul and I went on our first camping trip in June of 1980. Friends had a Combi and invited us to come away with them to the Stirling Ranges (probably one of the coldest places you could go in Western Australia in June). We purchased two little nylon pup tents from Kmart, packed our two kids, aged 7 and 4, our bedding, food and our two little tents into our little Mazda Capella sedan and headed south for three nights. We didn’t have air mattresses, and couldn’t fit another thing in the car anyway. Our friends with the combi stowed a normal foam single mattress in their combi and brought that down for us. The intention was that Paul and I would be okay just on the floor of the tent with the ample bedding we had brought down with us, the kids should have the mattress. However, by the time our mattress arrived it was late at night and the kids were already sound asleep in their little tent. We treated ourselves to the mattress for the first night, and ended up keeping it for the three nights as the kids assured us they had slept wonderfully well without it.
We had a ball, and those tents had several more outings before being replaced, albeit with the addition of air mattresses, chairs and several other bits of camping gear. Paul was a whiz at managing to pack everything into the car, but eventually we wanted a better set up…..
The kids grew up and we became busier, eventually going into business. We had one day off a week only, and the idea of getting into the great outdoors for that one day and night appealed as a way to re-charge our batteries. Our next camping purchase was a heavy canvas, cabin style tent.
We didn’t use it that often as life was too busy to allow many getaways, and although cumbersome to erect and dismantle, it was a very snug and cosy tent. We loved it. That is, loved it until we decided it’d be a good idea to weather proof it even more with a tarp over the top, then we added a table and dining bench seats, lay back comfy chairs, a cooking station, and a multitude of ‘other stuff’. If you’ve ever tried to drag a tarp over a stand up sized tent on a windy day, you’ll relate when I tell you that camping went from being a relaxing pleasure to being very near to the stuff that divorces are based on. Thinking back to that tent, if we had kept it simple it would have been close to perfect, but having purchased all the creature comforts, it didn’t enter our silly heads to back-track at the time.
Next came a nylon dome tent. Very light and small when packed up, and very easy to erect – but oh, so cold. Next an old 1980s pop top caravan – ok, but we missed our tents in the great outdoors. Next came an Oz Tent (easy to erect, and warm, but I didn’t like it much at all. I don’t know why). Then Paul built the most amazing camper trailer to use with our Oz tent. We had personalised number plates fitted with KOW embossed in the number. KOW stood for Kitchen on Wheels. It was a fantastic trailer, with a slide out sink unit, stainless steel storage drawers and a slide out camp stove. We still didn’t use it much though. Mmmm, what to do to encourage us to get away more. “I know, let’s get rid of the tent and put a roof top tent on the trailer”. So we did. But we still weren’t using it. Eventually we realised we were just to tired from work to find camping week-ends of any description could do anything to help re-charge our batteries. We stopped camping altogether for the next few years.
Tired from work, and disgruntled with changes made to the superannuation we decided to pull the pin on work early. In 2013 we purchased a Travelhome fifth wheeler, left work in 2014, four years earlier than planned, and we set off around Australia. We sold almost everything at the time, our house, most of our worldly possessions, and off we went on our big adventure, an adventure we’d planned on living for at least the next seven years. This blog was created at the time to record that adventure. Alas, unanticipated family commitments put an end to that little escapade.
We became ratepayers again in 2016 so as to have a base from which to make anticipated return trips to the UK to see Paul’s dad who was going down hill fast. The fifth wheeler was still going to be our winter accommodation in the North of the country when Busselton became cold and miserable. However, the fifth wheel, towed by a Hi-lux had weight issues, plus we weren’t living in it full time so really had no need of such a big rig any more. We replaced the Hi-lux with a Prado, and the fifth wheeler with a smaller, New Age Manta Ray 16E.
It was certainly good enough for our winter trips to Broome or Darwin. In the meantime in 2017 our pooch, Mr Tilly entered our lives. We did our homework before committing to a pup, and although we realised there’d be a few restrictions on us when travelling with a dog, we felt the benefits of dog ownership would outweigh any of those restrictions. What we hadn’t factored in was Mr Tilly’s adverse reaction to travel. He’s an anxious little boy, the vet calls him, ‘hyper-vigilent’. We hoped he would grow out of it, but he never has. He’s now on anxiety medication, and he doesn’t take well to changes in environment. We felt it wasn’t worth keeping the caravan for the amount of use it was going to get. We decided we’d give camping a miss, we’d get a house sitter and go overseas instead once or twice a year for 2- 3 weeks for our holidays instead.
However we both really prefer to holiday in our adopted and beloved country, Australia. So now at the ripe old age of 69 we’re wondering if we should go ‘full circle’ on the camping thingie. We much prefer holidaying in Broome during our winter months to going overseas. Where-ever we go, we know Mr Tilly won’t be coming with us, he’s much less anxious with a housesitter in his own home than he is either going to someone else’s home, or coming with us on the road. Accommodation is frightfully priced in Broome, and anyway, we prefer our own bed, even if that bed is just a mattress in a swag, to a bed that has been slept in by hundreds of other people. A big money investment isn’t justifiable for just the few weeks in a year that we’d feel okay about leaving Mr Tilly in someone else’s care. Which has us thinking about the circle of life, or in this case, the circle of camping…..
We’ve perused all the options, and this is what we’re considering:
The reasons for considering this option are listed below:
We loved the canvas cabin tent the best of everything we’ve owned, that is until we complicated things by adding too much gear.
We only have a Yaris cross hatchback car now, so providing we keep to just the basics these two accommodation items will fit into our little car with enough space left for the basic necessities and just a few creature comforts. (Note to ourselves – Keep it simple).
The Outback swag is heavy canvas and quite roomy inside. Definitely not the size of the canvas cabin tent, but it definitely has the coziness of canvas. The biggest problem we anticipate with it is the nocturnal loo visits that come with advancing years. We’ve sussed out a few options to get around that though – more about that if we decide to go ahead with this next hare brained scheme.
The gazebo alongside will give us a dressing room and shelter from the elements if we want to be indoors. It can be closed up against the elements with the additional walls, or the walls can be opened up making it an open sun shelter. We’re thinking the two items of accommodation together will be a bit like a cross between our first little pup tent and our bigger, cumbersome, but oh so comfortable cabin tent.
Now the big question we have to ask ourselves:
Are we too old to go full circle, too old to start using a swag? Paul is still very agile, but have I lost too much of my agility to be able to cope with this? I’m definitely a lot less agile than I was in 1980 when we bought our first pup tent, but I don’t think I’m much less agile than I was just 20 years ago. 20 years ago at 49 I certainly wouldn’t have been wondering if I was too old to start ‘swagging it’. But if this idea progresses we’ll both be 70 when we take our first road trip in a swag…… Pleasure, or pain – that is the question?
We’ve now spent four of our seven nights in Bali. For four of the women in our party, this is one trip of several we’ve had to this little ‘Island of the Gods’, but it’s the first trip for the fifth lady in our party. The four who have been here previously are all familiar with the broken and dangerous footpaths through-out Bali, we’re familiar with the heavy traffic, the thousands of scooters that zip in and out of traffic, and the families of 4 – 5 people who all squash up together to travel on just one scooter.
However for the fifth member of our party the first three days of this, her first, trip to Bali created a somewhat distorted view of this little tourist haven. Having booked a Lagoon Palace Club room for each of us at the Nusa Dua Beach Hotel and Spa, we have spacious rooms in a quiet and peaceful part of a lovely Balinese style hotel. Our dining is relaxed and peaceful, our rooms well serviced, and the pool adjoining our rooms is used by 16 rooms in total only. Consequently we’re shielded from the crowds inside our hotel, and with the hotel being in Nusa Dua, we’re also shielded from any of the normal hustle and bustle evident in other areas of Bali when we venture outside into the adjoining neighbourhood.
We’ve been for several walks, one of which was down the uncrowded footpaths of Nusa Dua. The following photos were taken between around 10am and 10.45am, so for those of you familiar with the crowded footpaths through-out Bali – these photos may surprise you.
Below looking in one direction and then the other.
A few fountains along the way had statues seated around them, all with arms raised. We tried to ‘fit in’.
Being in the Club rooms at the hotel means of course we have our own small little Club room for breakfast, afternoon tea, pre-dinner cocktails and canapés, or just a decent cup of coffee, glass of juice, or smoothie throughout the day. The breakfast buffet is of course much smaller than the buffet in the main section of the hotel that feeds the masses. But It has all the cereal, yogurt, danish pastries, fruit etc that we’d be taking from any buffet, plus we get to choose our main breakfast off the menu, which is then cooked to order in the little kitchen tucked into the side of the room.
From our breakfast room we look out onto a wide expanse of green lawns, fringed with tall bamboo, and with the tinkle of fountains in the landscaped central lake. It’s so serene. Just gorgeous.
This morning I took a walk over to look at the huge breakfast buffet that caters to the majority of the hotel guests. Browsing the buffet confirmed my thoughts – whilst there is much more food on display, there’s nothing on the big buffet that I feel I’m missing out on in our gorgeous little Club dining room. I certainly don’t miss the push and shove of the multitude around the big buffet either.
No serene view, and crowds milling around the food choices in the main dining area – We made a good choice opting out of this I think (I’m not really a snob – well perhaps just a little bit).
Yesterday we had a driver pick us up to drive us to the cultural centre, and then on to Jimbaran Beach for a seafood barbecue. Our Bali Newbie chose to sit in the front seat, and had us in hysterics at her comments as she saw for the first time, the real Bali. After three and a half days in clean, sheltered Nusa Dua, and no matter the amount of warnings we had issued to the effect that, ‘what she was seeing in our little spot isn’t the real Bali’, I think she was somewhat shocked at what she encountered. The scooters zipping in and out, some carrying whole families, the broken roads, the traffic jams, the dangerous conditions as one vehicle makes way for another coming in the opposite direction, and the drivers skill as he carefully avoids tumbling our vehicle into the step drop off at the side of the road under repair. We encountered a 30 minute delay at just one set of traffic lights on our return to the hotel, a delay which seemed to be business as usual according to our driver.
Throughout the chaos of the trip though, also witnessed was the other side to Bali’s busyness. The curtesy. Yes, the Balinese are the most courteous race of people I’ve ever had the good fortune to encounter. They happily give way to oncoming traffic, in fact in one spot a driver from the oncoming side exited his vehicle, stopped other traffic and carefully directed our driver around a particularly hazardess section in the road repairs. The Balinese are the happiest of people, they always have a smile, they’re gentle and caring and their pride is genuine and well placed. They are proud of who they are, proud of their jobs no matter how menial, and proud to serve their customers. I love Bali, I love the Balinese people.
Oh and before I close – here’s a snap of one of the early morning groundsmen in our hotel. Note the broom he’s sweeping the lawn with.
A lovely, relaxing holiday with just enough time out in the real Bali to help us appreciate where we have chosen to stay. What a pleasure!
Four ladies from our Busselton walking group, plus an old friend from Perth decided to have a girls week away in Bali. I thought I’d better post a few photos so as the other ladies from our group don’t start thinking we’ve gotten ourselves lost. So here goes:
Having a great time, to busy to write much but there will be more to come soon I’m sure…..
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