We are back from our wonderful holiday. It was so so good. 6 weeks and we could have easily kept on going. We went to beaches and forests and saw wildlife. There was yum cha, masala dosa, berry picking and Pellegrini's a plenty. Museums and art galleries and even a folk festival. We splashed in creeks and climbed mountains (one of which was, apparently, not suitable for children but this did not deter us!). We were star struck by Bob Brown in a Hobart cafe. We even survived 2 weeks in a campervan. We went round and round and round on a tram. We were spellbound by a blowhole. Jarrah's Big Wish was fulfilled as we got lost in a proper hedge maze. We crossed NSW, Victoria and Tassie. Best of all we got to hang out with our beautiful family and friends. If we can't have them all living with us, the next best thing is to visit them - each living in their own little Paradise that we get to share. I'd love to put up lots of pics here but I feel irky putting photos of people without their permission, so this one will have to do:
Coming back from holidays is hard. There should be a syndrome name for it. PHD - Post Holiday Depression. But after battling the ants, cockroaches and mould which had overtaken our house with the arrival of the monsoon while we were away, I feel much better. Back to work, back to school, back to life.
And always thinking of the floods and the survivors and the victims. The terror of nature can be heartbreaking.
