There seems to be an issue reading the blog via email with photos not presenting the way they were uploaded! It seems if you press either the title ‘The colours of Autumn’ or the small ‘The Move To The Meadow’ in blue at the top right of the opened email it will take you to the site and the correct visuals. Apologies for the glitch everyone!

It really is a beautiful time of year. Usually mild days and crisp evenings which suits me down to the ground. This year of course we have the rain….the unending rain. Our third La Nina in a row apparently – very rare supposedly…..blah blah blah. It’s all so very tedious but we have managed two separate days of mowing and tidying up the garden in between the deluges for which we are very grateful. It’s just going to be a loooong haul getting things back into shape as every centimetre of rain takes us back to square one with puddles everywhere on top of the completely saturated earth. Luckily this time of year also gives us amazing sunsets – peachy apricot hues changing to deepest vermillion red in mere minutes before we are plunged into darkness.

Luckily in between the rain we had some nice days and some visitors – AT THE SAME TIME – miraculous! The Tassie crew came for a week after our 70th weekend and managed a few trips to the park and the beach and we could even occasionally sit outside although there was definitely no walking on the grass without wellies! Lots of painting and making bead necklaces and indoor games and cuddles were enjoyed. On their last night we had a farewell for my Nephew and his wife who were leaving to live in Tokyo with their 10 month old son and we were so happy that we could finally get everyone together so the little cousins could meet each other! A pizza night was had under the stars with wine and music and stories recalled of life BEFORE (kids) and the adventures that lie ahead! We wish them lots of luck in their new life in Tokyo and hopefully we will get to visit them in the next year or two as I have never been to Japan.

The other thing I see this time of year is large swathes of white corellas swirling and turning in the sky like huge shoals of fish. Not quite the murmurations you see in the northern hemisphere but special enough to make you watch enthralled until they land or fly away. There is also colour everywhere if you look – the lemon, gold, russet and chestnut leaves making rich puddles under the now bare trees; the vibrant yellow splash of fireweed in the paddocks, the lemon pink and white flowers of the lantana and the purply pink flower balls of the clover in the hedgerows. My veggie patch has been rather optimistically planted with winter veggies – broccoli, cauliflower cabbage, spinach and garlic and the citrus is going crazy with so much fruit that we can’t keep up! We’ve swapped our limes for the neighbours lemons and we have dozens and dozens of ruby grapefruit and mandarins – so heavy they are dropping off the trees daily and rotting in the puddles before we even get a chance to collect them!

As work has stalled at home we gratefully accepted an invitation from some friends to some afternoon drinks at a local winery – Two Figs. It is located at the top of a hill overlooking the winding Shoalhaven River and is perfectly positioned to enjoy those sunsets. Inside they have a log fire to keep you cosy and huge picture windows overlooking the view when the outdoor seating isn’t viable. It’s quite easy to while away a few hours here chatting and laughing with friends and we should definitely do it more often!

I enjoyed a few days in Sydney helping out with the grandsons as their Dad was away on a work trip. It was lovely spending so much one on one time with them and seeing Cooper’s little face light up every morning when he realised I was still there! We tried to get outside as much as we could – racing sticks down the rain filled gutters, collecting leaves and stones and deciding which houses we both liked on our walks! Surprisingly a 3 year old can have really logical and viable opinions as to why a house is good or bad – very entertaining! I’m loving this age of independence when they want to do everything themselves – here Coops is determined to do his own jacket zipper up – such concentration! Little Ollie is so close to walking and zooms around the house with his funny crawl – back legs up and front ones down! He LOVES hats and looked particularly fetching in his brother’s chef hat I thought!

One good thing about the rain is I then have permission to do indoor pursuits and apart from Spring cleaning in Autumn – I finally got around to washing all the curtains (woohoo!) and planning and booking our accommodation for our big holiday later this year I have been trying to keep up my newfound hobby and paint! This is a little collection of things I’ve done thus far which I’ve really enjoyed. Practise makes perfect they say so I’m trying to draw or paint something every few days to get my brain used to this new thing I’m teaching it and hopefully one day it will get easier and better! As they say – it’s all about the journey……

Before that however we enjoyed a lovely Easter weekend. Number one son offered to ‘do’ Easter this year which was delightful! They have a beautiful home and are both fabulous cooks so it made total sense for us to go to them where the boys could stay in their bedrooms and sleeping routines and we were treated like Kings! We were blessed with the weather after SO MUCH RAIN and Uncle Tom came too to the delight of little Coops who worships the ground he walks on! We had a super weekend and we look forward to being able to visit a bit more frequently soon. They live in Seaforth and we had a lovely morning walk along the foreshore where I fell in love with Sydney all over again (except for the $10 per hour parking!!) and enjoyed a fun dinner at a local brewery with food trucks which reminded us of the huge variety of things there are to do in the Big Smoke! The South Coast is definitely improving but some great places have come and gone over the past few Covid years and we are still a bit short on for really good local venues.

The following week saw us escape to Mollymook for the night of the MOTH’S big birthday and the sun came out for us again! A day of mooching around the pool and walking along the beach before our good friends Karen and Phil joined us for a delicious dinner at Rick Steins restaurant made us thankful for the beautiful part of the world we now call home and for all the good stuff we have in our lives. A close friend just had a near miss with a horrible cancer diagnosis and it made me realise it really is now or never. The whole ‘make hay while the sun shines’ thing is more pertinent than ever before so watch out peeps we’re about to take life by the horns and make the most of it! Whilst walking we had a discussion about the disastrous last few months which has seen our property look the WORST it’s been since we moved in and whether or not we want the constant upkeep that our beautiful home requires and deserves. The bottom line is we are trapped by her spell……it’s not her fault that La Nina has ruined things for us and we know how beautiful she is once things are back on track. For now we are hers and she is ours! We have several months work ahead of us once the rains stops and the ground dries out enough to a) mow and b) get things under control and it’s a bit disappointing after so many years keeping on top of things but it’s not insurmountable. I keep thinking of all those people re building after bushfires or floods and realise we are pretty lucky. It’s still a necessity to wear gumboots every time you want to put the washing on the line or feed the chickens and the mud is super thick and slippery but hopefully it will soon dry out and we can get on top of it all over winter.

One thing that has been a joy whilst the weather has been awful is my new found hobby. My art workshops sadly came to an end and I really enjoyed them despite not being very good at it! I loved the whole letting go aspect of it and the fact that you didn’t think of anything else for the whole time you were there. The girls were a lovely mix of personalities and very encouraging and welcoming so I was pleased to be able to go and support one of them at her very first exhibition at Fern Street Gallery in Gerringong. It was a lovely afternoon and her collection of works looked amazing under the lights and professionally hung. She sold loads of paintings and as she herself said she could never have imagined a few years ago that this would ever have happened. The fact that they have all only started painting in the past few years and can produce such wonderful pieces has given me the inspiration to keep going. Kerry has taught me so much in such a short time and now I need to keep practising and trusting myself to have a go and just see what happens! It is a constant surprise as to what I can get onto a canvas both good and bad!

The Birthday Boy’s Big Weekend was memorable in many ways. It was the first time the whole family had “holidayed” together – taking the 4 grandkids out of their amazing sleep routines and sharing rooms with their parents was a risk but after a wobbly start they did very well. The sun came out, the grounds were dripping with Autumn foliage and the escarpment glowed orange at sunset as we sipped drinks around the fire pit and the kids stomped in piles of leaves in their wellies! The boys played golf, the girls snuck away for an hour to paint ‘au plein air’ and we ate and drank and chatted and laughed. Loz had secretly contacted a couple of the MOTH’s mates from his travelling days (thanks Baz and Duncan) and asked for some stories and photos which was ‘enlightening’ and a fun way to acknowledge his earlier years whilst blowing out the candles on his 70th! The kids loved hearing about his youth and couldn’t stop laughing over some of his hairstyles and fashion statements from the 70s!!

The 3 year olds had great fun on an egg hunt, the grounds a perfect hiding spot for leftover Easter eggs from the previous weekend. The hunt itself was as much fun if not more than the chocolate and seeing their little eyes light up as they spotted a glimmer of green or pink foil in a tree or tucked under a plant was sheer delight. It is such a wonderful age and they are both genuinely good company…nothing better than a conversation with a three year old!!

So our next fun thing is planning our holiday to Europe later this year. After a 3 day trip to New Zealand for work this week the MOTH was close to cancelling it as the whole International travel thing has currently lost it’s allure. Hours of pre departure preparation and uploading of tests and documents to attain his NZ travel pass followed by a requirement to arrive at the airport 3-4 hours before the flight to then have it delayed by another hour all to land at 1.30am in NZ as that was the only scheduled Qantas flight to Christchurch!! Painful to say the least…then RAT tests day 1 and 5 before being granted permission to leave! This is all most probably because NZ has only just opened to International travellers and are being overly cautious. As far as I can see Europe is almost back to normal at this stage so I’m hoping it will be less arduous there in September – just the small matter of an ongoing war to worry about now…..but while we’re looking forward to that we will always find joy in the small things…

On what feels like the 158th day of rain in the past 6 months it is hard to feel cheery. The cows are almost floating away and you can hear them coming before you see them as they slosh through the black muddy water that lies on top of their food. They are most certainly NOT getting the nutrition they need at the moment and the farmer visited yesterday saying they are looking to agist them somewhere else out west somewhere until the ground dries out and the grass grows back. Seriously who would be a farmer? They roll from drought to floods and everything in between and it must be heartbreaking for them coming into winter with hardly any edible pasture for their cattle. We have apparently had 1300mm or over 51 inches of rain since the beginning of the year here and it’s only April 12th. I have literally not watered the garden once since October and I’m not sure how much of a garden I will have left after all this rain finally disappears. It has wiped out my entire veggie patch and lots of the sun loving plants – hopefully they will bounce back in Spring, we will just have to wait and see. The Shoalhaven Road network has been severely impacted with 48 major landslips, 114 minor landslips, 4 bridges damaged or destroyed, 8 causeways washed away and 65 culvert crossings ruined bringing the current damage bill to more then $35M just within a 250km stretch of roadways. Potholes are huge and causing lots of damage to cars with some people getting multiple flat tyres in one week and patience is stretched to capacity by motorists also grappling with major roadworks which have now also been further delayed meaning one lane highways for the Easter weekend….what joy!

I’m really hoping that the sun will come out in time for the MOTH’s 70th birthday celebrations at The Casa in Kangaroo Valley in a couple of weeks time. Our family is coming from Sydney and Hobart to pay homage to the Patriarch and some sunshine would mean we could really explore this beautiful property and enjoy The Valley. If the rain persists there will be a LOT of hide and seek and ‘colouring in’ going on indoors with the 4 grandkids ….eeek! This was an old art gallery before it was renovated just over a year ago and has a rather unique décor and a beautiful location so let’s hope the Universe comes to the party and the rain holds off so we can enjoy all it has to offer!

It has been a sad few weeks with the passing of both my Dad and our lovely friend Peter. Both had been unwell for quite a while and I suppose you could say it was a blessed relief for them to be out of their pain although no matter how much you know it is going to happen it is always hard for those left behind. Peter’s funeral was held on what would have been my Dad’s 86th birthday and afforded me the perfect opportunity to think of him – an emotional day all round. Living so far away I rarely saw my Dad and our relationship was more like one of pen pals in recent years but I have some fond memories of us growing up and of various happy times together over the more recent years. Fly high Dad…until we meet again…

We have been lucky to reconnect with Peter since moving down here. It was such a surprise to find him living just 10 minutes away from us. An old school friend of the MOTH and a lovely man who never lost his twinkle and wit right to the end, I shall miss his banter and our get togethers. Farewell Pete, we will raise a glass to you often and keep a loving eye on Susan for you.

I don’t know if we are completely mad but we have started planning our holiday to Europe later this year. It will be a combined celebration of our big decade birthdays – mine delayed from 2020 – and hopefully after 2.5 years of Covid spoiling things we will be able to finally get to Switzerland, Italy and Scotland. We had tickets to see Andrea Bocelli for 2020 and they have finally been rescheduled for this year so let’s hope the tickets really are still valid as we are planning everything around being in Marostica mid September! It is a medieval town in the lower mountains of Northern Italy and he is singing outdoors in the Piazza which sounds magical to me. I have been looking forward to it for a long time now so fingers crossed it goes ahead. Planning International travel isn’t as much fun as it used to be to be honest. Apart from the fact that prices are high post Covid and with erratic global fuel prices, Covid recommended travel insurance also costs an arm and a leg. Hire cars are either impossible to find and if you do find one available the fee is exorbitant so we have decided to travel around Europe by train – less pressure and a wonderful way to see the surrounding landscapes. That in turn has influenced where we will stay – in town within walking distance of restaurants and attractions and not too far from public transport. Scotland however is to be a road trip. The North Coast 500 touring the highlands of Scotland and staying at a mixture of pubs, bed and breakfasts and fishing lodges and tracing some of The Cameron history. We’ve decided to throw caution to the wind and book everything in the hope the world will still be here in August and you never know what lies around the corner so we’re off to adventure while we can and before we’re too much older!!

Well Autumn has arrived after a seemingly non existent Summer and nothing has really changed. We are still getting unprecedented rainfall and after months of rain there is literally nowhere for it to go. The ground is totally saturated meaning even a little shower can send it over the edge again. We are so squelchy underfoot and there is an unpleasant ‘rotting vegetation mixed with cow poo’ aroma wafting around the countryside. My garden is either loving it or hating it depending on which flower you’re talking to. Gardenias are happy chappies but my lavender is a dank black mess of drowned plants. The veggies turned their toes up early in the piece and even the roses are looking a bit sparse. Basically as soon as it’s dry enough I will be pulling out loads of plants and even more grass runners that have overtaken entire flower beds triffid style. Winter will hopefully give me an opportunity to get on top of things before we kick off again in September with Spring.

When the weather eventually breaks the local roads will finally be able to get the heavy machinery in to fix them. At the moment and for the next few weeks or maybe months you can only get to Kangaroo Valley from Berry with an escort. They meet you on the hour going into the valley and on the half hour leaving it and so far it seems to be working. As beautiful as KV is there is always a downside to being an enclosed valley and the road up to Bowral is also shut for at least 3 months meaning a long detour via Jamberoo or Macquarie Pass. Things change daily with landslides so there is no popping up to Bowral for a day pottering about the shops and having a nice lunch for a while yet.

We did have a reason to brave the weather and go to Sydney recently for the 1st birthday of our little Oliver. That first birthday is a special one and is as much a celebration of the parents making it through 12 months of night feeds, teething and new sleeping routines as it is getting to know a new little person, their likes and dislikes and seeing their emerging personality, the new dynamics of a family of four and the love between two brothers beginning what is hopefully a lifelong mateship. So it was that the two families and all the many little cousins came together on a rainy afternoon to celebrate and it was a wonderful few hours of craziness with a beautifully put together afternoon tea and fabulous cake courtesy of Livvy. It was a real labour of love as she had to hire a strong dehumidifier to stop the icing having a meltdown in all the rainy weather….talk about going the extra mile although as you can see the icing animals really made the cake so I can see why it was needed!

We all got to have some one on one time with little Ollie who thoroughly approved of the get together and especially the cake!

The MOTH finally got to catch up with his Melbourne based boss in Sydney and as an early 70th birthday treat they booked into Oncore by Claire Smythe, a restaurant on the 26th floor of the new Crown building at Barangaroo. She is an English 3 Michelin star chef and has bought her unique food to Australia. No foams and earphones here but a lot of intricate work and wonderful taste combinations according to the lucky birthday boy! In a lovely gesture they got a goody bag to take home containing a malted sourdough roll, home made butter and jam all beautifully wrapped and with heating instructions. The sourdough starter came out from the UK with the head chef Alan and is currently 20 years old! I love that they chose to give something so simple and last weekend I made a mushroom omelette for lunch and heated up my roll to accompany it. It was utterly delicious and that simple lunch was seriously one of the best things I’ve eaten in the past couple of years proving that simple things done well win every time!

We finally jagged an evening where it wasn’t pouring down to hold a pizza night to thank the neighbours for all their help when the MOTH had Covid. They were all so helpful and caring, even coming and mowing our lawns (not an insubstantial effort when you have 2 acres) and running to the chemist/supermarket or newsagency for us. We may only have 7 houses in our lane but they are full of good people and we count ourselves lucky every day to have such good neighbours. Here are the boys trying to solve the problems of the world over a few drinks with a tummy full of pizza!

I finally got brave enough to sign up for an art class! After my Mum and Sister bought me a watercolour workshop a few years ago which I thoroughly enjoyed, I have been looking for something similar and when I saw a local Kiama based artist that I like was running a class for 6 weeks I jumped at the chance. I had some money from my 60th (refunds from the Rod Stewart concert that got cancelled) put to one side for something special and this has proven to be just the ticket! Every Friday I pack up my bits and bobs and head to Kiama where we use the studio in the old stone coach house and I’ve learnt SO MUCH. The day whizzes by and I find myself totally immersed in it with no room to be thinking of anything else and I love it! Kerry is a very patient, encouraging and helpful teacher and the rest of the girls are so lovely too – I guess everyone starts somewhere but as they exhibit and sell their work you can just imagine that my paintings look like they have been done by a 5 year old in comparison to theirs!!!! http://www.kerrybruceart.com.au

The war in Ukraine continues to shock and sadden us as well as frighten us a bit. Putin is such a narcissistic egomaniac that he really could do anything at anytime – just because he can and to supposedly prove to the world what a big powerful man he is. However the majority of the world has sided with Ukraine which may be perceived to be the underdog but has shown the world what a strong, proud race they are and with their fearless leader in the trenches with them seemingly capable of small miracles against the might of the Russian army who are becoming increasingly disillusioned and more aware of the true reality of the situation as they leave the confines of the Russian media currently brainwashing the ordinary Russian folk. It is all so sad and unnecessary and such an immense waste of life, livelihoods and cities….

Meanwhile the local dog park has summed it up beautifully…..

Well here we are folks, another year has begun, so full of promise for about 2 and a half minutes but now looking suspiciously like a clone of 2021. We are much more attuned to it all now and the whole Covid chat is becoming very blah blah blah just as it is in fact the deadliest it has ever been in Australia since it reared it’s ugly head. Two years is a long time to remain interested/fearful/diligent about something and we are all a bit over it…. until it arrives at your house. Yup we have a man down in The Meadow with the MOTH contracting it this week. Suffice to say he hasn’t shrugged it off like a common cold and is feeling pretty awful. It’s a mandatory 7 day isolation period for both of us and hopefully I will continue to be well and our life will resume in early Feb but who knows? I luckily had my booster a couple of weeks ago which may be giving me an extra layer of protection, his was due today. All in the timing perhaps? All we can do is stay alert and stay healthy…these are my kind of preventatives

Anyhoo….before this happened we were trotting along nicely, gradually getting on top of our garden (which seems to be on steroids) and trying to whip things into shape after our holiday hiatus. Maybe because there has been so much rain and everything is prospering the birds have so many choices that they left us with a few of our crops this year. I have a gazillion apples – probably for the first time since we moved here 7 years ago – and finally some macadamias!! We have a very established tree which fruits every year but usually the white cockies get to them before us but this year I got a few which we have shelled from their outer husk and are drying on our windowsill until they rattle which is apparently the correct time to break them open. Watch this space….

The garden has been producing some beautiful flowers of the more exotic kind. The sort of flowers that remind me I do not live in England anymore and make me feel like I am on holiday somewhere tropical. The frangipane continues to surprise me – this beautiful crown of flowers pushing through the leaves to show off to everyone and the very impressive flowers of the ginger plant that arrive a couple of times a year and make very architectural cut flowers with an amazing fragrance.

We also enjoyed our first big social ‘thing’ in months when we were invited to a supper show at Willinga Park in Bawley Point featuring Tom Burlinson who I primarily knew as the guy from ‘The Man from Snowy River’. He and his band hosted a Swing Night performing all the hits from Sammy Davis Jnr, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin etc and it was pretty good. Willinga Park is a destination in itself, a fabulous equestrian centre holding dressage, camp draft and show jumping events. The architecture is amazing and the gardens are maturing every year. It reminds me of MONA in Hobart with it’s modern lines and huge sculptures dotted around the grounds. The 2300 acre park is peppered with word-class, architecturally-designed equestrian facilities, including arenas, yards and stables. Public art and native gardens complete the park landscape, while luxury accommodation in the form of modern pavilions rounds out the Willinga Park experience and if you love horsey events I would highly recommend a couple of days in lovely Bawley point for a unique experience. We are going to go back for the Camp drafting in March if things go to plan (which is quite laughable as we can barely plan anything as it is and even then it has maybe a 20% chance of coming together!!!!)

We stopped at our friends place in Milton en route and finally got to enjoy their beautiful Altar Wine Bar. It was a perfect sunny afternoon for a cocktail under the trees and I can see why their venture has taken off so quickly and has become a firm favourite of locals and tourists alike. It is a unique setting and they have a permanent marquee in case of inclement weather, lovely food, live music and even a courtesy bus all set within the picturesque grounds of the Old Church – what’s not to love!

We were very pleased last week to see that our brand new fantastic nature park is finally open in Berry. It has had it’s fair share of setbacks with the weird weather and Covid but is now seemingly being enjoyed by every child within 30 kilometres! It has so much going for it and is only stage 1 of a bigger plan to include a pump track and skate park, a sensory garden and water play and the barbeque areas are in full use already. The only people that probably aren’t quite as enamoured are the people living directly opposite it as parking has already become an issue apparently! I cannot wait to test it out on the grandkids over Easter.

Australia Day was a little subdued this year. I used to really love it as it seemed to be the day where you gave thanks for where you lived and embraced all that was Aussie – a barbie with friends or a day at the beach, a National holiday to immerse yourself in everything Australian, a beer and a flag tattoo sticker or two, the boxing kangaroo flags fluttering from car windows and the Aussie Open or the cricket on TV. Nowadays it is somewhat tinged with the political wrangling over the date. It really shouldn’t be on January 26th which also happens to be Invasion Day as it marks the 1788 landing of the First Fleet at Sydney Cove and raising of the Union Flag by Arthur Phillip to claim the land as a British colony and the beginning of many brutalities against the Aboriginal people and the taking of their land. I think it is wonderful to celebrate being Australian but not on the date that has so many bad memories for so many. In the meantime here are some of the more affable aspects of being Australian that we love to celebrate……….if you know you know!!!

You Know You’re Australian When:

• You have a spider as big as a dinner plate living in your lounge room and you’re not really worried, because it’s only a Huntsman… (take note Sandy Cherry)
• And a little daddy longs legs never bothers anyone.
• You go to the servo for your petrol.
• You go to the Bottle-O for your grog.
• Your don’t go to a barbie without your beer stubby and your esky.
• You love your barbie (And it’s not a doll).
• You went outside for less than 5 seconds and you are covered in mosquito bites.
• You’re strongly encouraged to slip, slop slap.
• When if it’s not on, it’s NOT ON!
• When you dob in a tosser.
• When you find special beaches for dogs.
• When you are not allowed to keep a Kangaroo for a pet but you are allowed to eat them.
• When you dial before you dig.
• When you each chips – Not fries or crisps.
• When you have a thong tan (On your feet) all year through.
• When you need to get a pen license before you can stop using your pencil at school.
• When you check for Red-Back’s before sitting on the dunny.
• When you have Blue Tongues living in your yard, and you think they’re friendly
• When everyone calls you their mate.
• When half the time walking out in your yard is like walking into an oven, and the rest of the time it’s like jumping in the river.
• When you say “Straya mate!” when referring to where you’re from.
• When there aren’t many full words in your sentences.
• When you understand that it’s acceptable to call Tom – Tommo, but you wouldn’t call Sarah – Saraho.
• When they build the great wall of China to keep the rabbits out.
• When you always have tan lines. Even in winter.
• When you drive though “Macca’s”.
• When you know “Crikey!” can mean something’s either good or bad.
• When your builder is a “Brickie” and your truck driver is a “Truckie”, but your Accountant is still your Accountant.

Post script….yes I know they normally come at the end but the sheer magnitude of everything going on in the world right now demands that I cannot write about the minutiae of my life whilst such sadness, disaster and fear ravage the planet. It’s easy for us here in Australia tucked down at the bottom of the Earth to shut ourselves off from the happenings in the rest of the world but in this age of technology and 24/7 media we are all very much immersed in the horrors going on in Ukraine, unbelievable in this day and age that we haven’t evolved past blowing up innocent men, women and children in the name of territory. A flagrant misuse of power from Putin and now young men from both sides lay dead, entire cities are demolished and the threat of “worse things to come” linger in our heads. If the thinly veiled threats of nuclear or chemical warfare come to fruition it would mean that Europe and their allies would be forced to join in and that would mean a World War. Surely he wouldn’t do that? Unfortunately he is the kind of man that when pushed into a corner plays the bully and goodness knows what he is capable of doing then. How can humankind be so evolved in so many ways yet still act this way? The world has responded by sending as much help as it can, food, clothes, blankets, medicine, some military equipment and many heartfelt wishes to the people of Ukraine. Putin bans Facebook and Twitter from Russia so they cannot see what the world thinks of them or indeed what he is actually up to and effectively shuts the average Russian Joe out from the rest of the free world. Not that social media is the only form of media information but I presume their newspapers and television are already heavily censored or like the BBC have packed up and gone home. Some poignant pictures have emerged that are reminiscent of WW2 and the reminder that at the heart of this human beings like you and I are just trying to keep their families safe and escaping with hardly more than the clothes on their backs and a favourite teddy….

It seems trite to write of our life here at such a time but the very thought of us all being involved in WW3 makes me want to make the most of life all the more (while we can??) but with such sadness all around nothing is being taken for granted. We are profoundly aware how lucky we are to be able to live like this even if it is in a country that experiences such harsh weather events on a regular basis. Hopefully it will transport you to somewhere different even if it is only for a few minutes!

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After two weeks of being busy in Tassie I was looking forward to coming home and getting stuck into the garden, walking the dog and doing some Spring cleaning (even though it’s Autumn) which involved washing all the curtains and washing the house down – white weatherboards are picture perfect but show every speck of dust from our non sealed road when you look closely. All of these tasks have been impossible and I’ve been ‘forced’ into day reading with countless cups of tea and my dining room has turned into a makeshift laundry. It’s perfect weather to bake but then I’d just have to eat it so I’m back to tidying cupboards! Luckily I have squeezed in a morning walk with the pooch every day as the rain seems to clock on at around 9am every morning for which I am grateful!

I have no right to whinge when you see how badly the people of Northern NSW and QLD are faring. It has been a truly rotten couple of weeks for thousands of families and countless animals caught up in the biggest floods in 100 years. What next seriously…it is very biblical going from fires to plague to floods, all that is left is famine! Whole towns are under water, some rivers flooding over 14 metres and inundating shopping centres and forcing people onto their rooftops to escape. Imagine the sludge, the smell and the mould that will be left once the water dissipates, all your furniture and possessions ruined and a house no longer fit to live in. Even if you were one of the lucky ones who could afford flood insurance (most can’t as it’s ridiculously high) it will be a long hard road to recovery. Getting trades to come will be nigh on impossible…imagine the demand! For the sick, the elderly and families with babies and toddlers it is even more of a nightmare. Therefore I will not bore you with my overgrown garden, mouldy outdoor furniture and overflowing washing basket and I will count my blessings.

Despite the rain I enjoyed a lovely birthday lunch at The Blue Swimmer in Gerroa, a little blue weatherboard cottage that sits almost on the beach and puts out great breakfast, lunch and dinner for locals and visitors alike. With the rain pouring down our watermelon margaritas and fresh seafood went down a treat and we rounded things off with their signature haloumi doughnuts – sounds weird, tastes amazing!

Needless to say the animals have been struggling in all this wet weather. The local cows have had their feet underwater now for over 2 weeks which apparently makes them get various foot problems such as foot rot, ulcers and heel cankers; our chickens are looking very bedraggled even though they have a dry coop to roost in at night; we have had a couple of drowned rabbits and the usually happy kennels at the top of our lane is a mud bath. Wet Dog smell is pervading our house and I cannot wait for the sun to come back so we can give her a bath! We thought that we may have had some sort of lawn grub when we saw these patches scattered over the property but it is actually where a rabbit lies overnight and nibbles all the grass all around itself!

Despite my veggie patch being mostly under water and almost all the veg dead, my ‘tropical corner’ is doing amazingly well. The ginger plants are taller than I’ve ever seen them and my newly planted turmeric has blossomed with the warm damp conditions and even bloomed to let me know it likes it there! Apparently once the flower dies I can harvest the rhizomes and have fresh turmeric to cook with. It is a wonderful anti-inflammatory and you can freeze the tubers and grate them into your food when needed. I shall replant a few to hopefully get another crop next season.

The other animals who seem to be a bit put off with all this rain are our micro bats. We have found them sheltering in our raincoat pockets and under the rainhood and this little one somehow found it’s way into our hall light – a hanging pendant with an open top. Although exhausted after trying to get out all night he lived to tell the tale and hopefully their sonar will be working better once these conditions ease. They are harmless and not carriers of disease like the fruit bats but they are noisy little critters. We have two families – one in the loft of the garage and one in the roof space above our bedroom. They enter via the smallest gap under the eaves and are like teenagers coming home at dawn and we can hear them settling into their sleeping spots and chattering – a bit annoying at 4.30-5am and we are considering relocating them if I can find the right people to do so – not as easy as advertising for someone to catch a possum though I imagine? Watch this space……

I am writing this from beautiful Tassie while my little 6 month old granddaughter sleeps and my daughter works from her home office while the almost 3 year old attends daycare. The 2 grandmas are helping out so she doesn’t have to put little India into daycare until she is over 6 months old so we are doing 2 weeks each which has been a lovely opportunity to be with them all again. They grow up so fast and in the 10 days I’ve been here Myla has given up her day sleep and is fully toilet trained and India is sitting up with 4 new teeth! Crazy!!

It is a beautiful place to hang out. Literally surrounded by water, their house has glorious views from every window and there are several local beaches within walking distance. The weather has been great and there is just a hint of Autumn in the air, especially in the morning which makes it very pleasant. Often this time of year is hot and humid in Sydney and makes doing just about anything quite unpalatable so I am enjoying the climate here…more like an English summer’s day than an Aussie one!! At night once the kids were asleep we would head outside, glass in hand, and wrap ourselves in blankets while the sun went down, with the softest flamingo pinkness spreading across the horizon as if tucking it into bed.

We have managed a couple of day trips together which has been fun. We visited New Norfolk, a town built around an old mental asylum from the turn of the last century and now most famous for The Agrarian Kitchen – a fabulous cooking school and restaurant. Sadly it wasn’t open the day we visited but we had a good look around the grounds and the adjacent antique centre before heading off to Westbury raspberry farm to pick our own fruit. As it’s the end of the season they only had strawberries and blackberries left but the plants were laden with lush fruit and Myla absolutely loved that she was tall enough to pick her own little basket full even though she ate 50% of what she picked before it even hit the basket!! A lovely day out for all of us.

Tassie is a special place, a mix of everything you like…beautiful scenery, amazing produce and a genuine paddock to plate philosophy, wineries, history galore, friendly laid back people and a love of the outdoors. Loz and Berry’s friends sound like something out of a Bear Grylls movie…avid surfers, abalone divers and hard core hikers. Their preferred weekend activity is camping off grid on the wild west Coast, barbecuing their catch, swigging rum cocktails and enjoying a sing-along to a guitar. Understandably things have changed a bit since the babies came along but their love for everything outdoors continues. They have wetsuits and surf and SUP boards and they make sure they use them most weekends weather permitting. The ocean here is REALLY cold…an Arctic current runs through it and 10 minutes in it is pretty hardcore. This doesn’t really align with my Noosa in January preferred ocean temperature but it tempts me with it’s lack of waves and sheer beauty.

We attended the Clarence Jazz Festival on Saturday afternoon which was delightful. A hot summer’s afternoon on the water at Bellerive with local ciders and wines on offer and some chilled music to lull the crowd, a few Disney songs to please the kids (as well as hot chips of course) and everyone was happy to enjoy a lovely summer afternoon of entertainment. After 2 years we are grateful for live music of any sort and a new appreciation of performance and participation. You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone as the expression goes!

My favourite part of the day is when we all sit on the couch just before bed and read to the girls, it brings back many fond memories of reading with my own kids pre-bedtime and it still feels like yesterday despite the fact they are all now in their 30s….how time marches on! (Also good to note that kids still ask for “just one more” book in 2022!!!) India appears to have an early appreciation for books but she also likes to eat them so I’m not reading too much into the situation! She is now 6 months old and is the sweetest happiest little baby and smiles every time her big sister appears, tolerating some very boisterous cuddles with not a blink of an eye. I’m sure they will be firm friends down the track but she will have to endure the fate of most 2nd siblings in games with the firstborn which is to be the pupil to their teacher or patient to their doctor, taking the secondary role until one day they refuse and the tables get turned!

As my birthday was imminent Loz took me out for a lovely meal which provided us a great excuse to put on our heels and make-up and feel like girls again! As it was a Wednesday night I had imagined a rather subdued Hobart CBD but the contrary was true as it also happened to be O Week at the local Uni and the place was pumping! We went to a little wine bar called Willing Bros in North Hobart and perched at the window we watched the world go by whilst we sipped some Nebbiolo and enjoyed some Mediterranean food finishing off with a delicious tiramisu complete with sparklers to mark the occasion! Thankfully Loz discouraged the staff from singing as I feel there are far too many birthdays under my belt for such a public display! There was a great buzz around the town and we enjoyed our special night out chatting away and enjoying a night off from the kitchen and the kids! Thanks Lozzy I loved it xx

As they say, all good things come to an end and I felt a little bit sad waving goodbye to the girls to fly back to Sydney, although I am looking forward to sleeping in my own bed and not being so knackered that I can actually read a chapter of my book before turning out the light. I have a new found appreciation for my adult kids dealing with the constancy and tyranny of their toddlers! I know I did it many years ago with 3 kids aged under 4 but somehow times were simpler and expectations were less and we were younger so maybe it was easier or maybe I have rose coloured glasses about that time in my life! Even dropping them to daycare is more complicated nowadays, there are codes to get into the building and then electronic sign-ins, pin numbers and of course currently there are mask rules on top of it all! They have to have hats and sunblock and water bottles, sleepwear and comforters and blankets. There are government forms to fill in and incident reports if they hurt themselves. Back in the day I literally dropped mine off at a local Italian ladies house along with my friend’s kids where they all played together regardless of age, ate homemade minestrone for lunch and crashed out on a huge mattress together (that woman was a miracle worker – how on earth do you get 10 kids to sleep at the same time on the same mattress I ask myself?) Everyone should have a Nonna in their life that’s for sure. Rose coloured specs….most probably!!

Talking of simplicity this rather took my fancy…..

The decorations are gone, the kiddy paraphernalia is back in the loft, the house is tidy and everything is very quiet. It’s all over for another 2 years and all the planning, shopping and cooking was worth it for a couple of weeks of crazy togetherness. Thank goodness the weather came good and we could all use the pool and hang outside or at the beach, a must with toddlers in the house and for the sanity of the adults! I must say – considering they were uprooted from their regular routines and shared bedrooms for the very first time they were all pretty good and as long as we hit the sack at a reasonable hour we all got enough sleep to cope the next day – many hands make light work and all that jazz! We actually managed our one formal meal on Xmas Eve in our dining room and some lovely dinners on the veranda once they were asleep which was a miracle with four kids under 3 in the house. I miss their little chubby hands in mine as we go to see the chickens for the 100th time or hearing their shrieks of joy as they jump into the pool for the 200th time and their warm little bodies cuddling me after they wake from their afternoon nap and I am very grateful that we all managed to get together considering the never ending pain in the bum that is Covid. We literally just squished Christmas in before Omicron swept through Sydney spoiling all sorts of plans and shutting shops, restaurants, cafes and decimating weddings (sometimes for the 3rd attempt at getting hitched). We are all a lot more resigned to it, more accepting of it even as we have huge case numbers and a lack of supplies in the supermarkets. Most people are expecting to get it and now it is more about getting it at the least inconvenient time rather than a fear of severe illness. Boosters are being rolled out and that combined with a level of personal responsibility and self care is all we can do at this time. Another year beginning with no guarantee of anything changing. Trips still on hold and plans with a mere 20% chance of fruition!

Luckily the beautiful South Coast provided us with many escapes and as there was always someone who could stay at home and babysit sleeping babies they could all variously take off for an hour or two with the older kids, almost a holiday in itself! Once they were tucked up in bed we could enjoy some nice meals on the veranda and relax.

On 27th December just 3 days after his 95th birthday the Cameron Family patriarch left us. Col was a much loved Dad, Grandad and Great Grandad as well as a lovely Father in Law to Heather and myself. He had been steadily declining this year and we knew things were looking a bit grim so thankfully Covid let up just long enough for everyone to visit him in November and December and say their goodbyes. I am so grateful that he managed to come to Lauren’s wedding here a few years ago and spent a Xmas in The Meadow our first year here leaving us with some lovely memories. You started quite a dynasty Pop and our kids have been very lucky to have three of their four grandparents here for so long. You will be missed and fondly spoken about for years to come. So glad we have a couple of pics of him with his various offspring!

I feel totally blessed that after a 12 month hiatus I got to visit him at the end of November with the MOTH and even happier that he was having a good day. I was prepared for him to not recognise me but after about 5 seconds his face lit up and we spent about 40 minutes together chatting about old times (he claimed he couldn’t remember a lot of it but he definitely did have flashes of memory) while he held my hand and kept stroking it. The very best visit we could have hoped for and as it turned out it was our very last. Farewell Col, we love you and hope you knew that right up until the end. We will continue to keep your stories close to our heart and chatted about around the firepit with the little ones as they get older, thanks for everything – we will cook your chicken Maryland recipe in your memory xxx

So a new year begins, maybe not the one we had envisaged but a year to look forward to and make the most of nonetheless as who knows when it’s our last? This whole epidemic has made us realise we have to enjoy every day, appreciate what we have, make an effort to change the things we dislike, have a go at something new while we can, keep growing, cherish our friends and our loved ones and let them know what they mean to us, be kind and considerate and immerse yourself in nature as much as you can. Simple things that nurture you are the way to go – want to make your own pasta/grow your own tomatoes/learn to play the piano or to speak French/buy a puppy – whatever it is just do it!! Life is what you make it after all. Love to you all and let’s make 2022 count for all the right reasons…..

I finally made it to Tasmania to meet my littlest love Miss India Elizabeth Cook. She is the sweetest little thing with an earnest expression until a smile lights up her face and the love shines out. She is such a placid little girl and is so far the perfect baby just eating, sleeping and smiling! I now feel like I have properly bonded with her and reconnected with little Myla ahead of our two weeks together over Xmas. It is a full on life with toddlers and the excitement you feel when they have their midday nap is immense! What to do first…the housework, prep the dinner, hang or fold the washing or just flop on the couch and restore your batteries ready for round 2??? It’s all so rewarding though when they look up from their toys and say “Rara, I love you” and your heart melts with love for them. It was great to spend special one on one time with my three girls and we squished lots of fun into 4 days!

Before I left we had a rather lovely couple of weeks finally being a bit social after our lockdown. I took a pottery class with a few local girls one night which was great fun. I loved getting the cool wet clay in my hands and attempting to form it into some sort of usable object. I didn’t make anything spectacular but I really enjoyed the evening. I thought about doing the 6 week course but in reality how much handmade pottery type stuff can you use? I’m certainly not good enough to make something practical like an entire set of dinner plates so I think I’ll have to give it a miss!

Our Sydney friends had a few days holidaying on the South Coast and we met up with them at beautiful Cupitt’s Estate at Ulladulla. A lovely lunch followed by a few drinks listening to live music outside catching up on life after 6 months was a perfect way to spend a Sunday. It’s like a little bit of Provence there and probably the closest I’m going to get at this stage!

We had to get prepared for Xmas early this year. We have always had a real tree but due to the massive bush fires two years ago there has been a real shortage of trees and the only way we could guarantee one was to go to the Xmas Tree Farm and cut one down ourselves! It was a fun experience but we had to do it the 1st week in December before they sold out meaning our poor little tree is starting to dry out just in time for the big day! The tip they gave us was to top up the water with Coke every week but even that fix-it-all sugar hit hasn’t really worked! The house is looking Christmassy though and we are READY for the clan to arrive tomorrow!

We had an invite to Hyams Beach one gloriously sunny day to have lunch with our Nephew who had rented a beach house to spend some special time with his Mum who had flown from Switzerland to finally meet her little grandson Kane. We had a super time with them and this smiley little guy in one of the most beautiful areas of Jervis Bay. You cannot help but feel uplifted by that turquoise blue water and you can see why it is one of the most popular places to come for a summer escape. Imagine eating on that deck every day – you’d never want to leave!

So as Australia finally gears up for a Christmas we weren’t sure we were going to get (and to be honest we are only just squishing it in between Delta and Omicron surges) this is likely to be the scene on our main highway South from today. It makes popping out for milk a rather frustrating endurance sport so I really have to be on top of my game. I have ‘to do’ lists galore and fridges bursting at the seams, the pool is ready, the cubby house cleaned out and ready for small people to serve us pretend cappucino and the beds and cots are made up so…. let’s do this folks!! With 7 adults, 4 children under 3 years of age and one perpetually hungry Labrador I’m imagining a wonderfully chaotic couple of weeks lie ahead – please have a holiday La Nina so we can all get outdoors and let off steam! I’m wishing you all a time of togetherness with loved ones and a sense of gratitude that we made it through this far. Merry Christmas to you all from The Meadow – see you on the other side!