Kalbarri beckoned. John was keen. He’d been there before, but me, never. It seemed a drive too far. It was not a place I wanted to go, really. Friends and family gave it mixed reports. Too hot. Boring. Good fishing. Continue reading
John and I are over the hills and camping.
Way past the age when most people start their new (retired) lives in caravans, we bought a darling little house on wheels. Continue reading