Because I am heading back to the snow on Tuesday (and because Michael has already arrived there), I thought I needed to record a bit more of the sunshine. We stayed in this beautiful cottage for eight days, paragliding in the mornings, watching tennis and reading novels during the hottest part of the afternoons, heading out for beer or ice-cream in the evenings. (Michael got the beer, I was more than satisfied with the twenty different sorts of homemade ice-cream.)
Here’s our bedroom.
The fly net came in handy one night when a bat decided to pay us a visit… (We worked out if we left the light on it would leave us alone…)
It really was very very gorgeous – possibly the best holiday ever. There were millions of colourful birds, and we even saw an echidna. One day we drove up to the mountains.
Some of the trees were bleached from fires seven years ago.
But there was still water and life.
And what happened next in no way changes how happy we were, or how happy we will be one day, not too far away.