Well 2021 is beginning a lot like 2020 ended…full of scary news, uncertainty and an acute inability to plan anything more than 24 hours in advance. We in Australia are very lucky to be both in mid summer and relatively covid free. Our lives are almost normal with the exception of not being able to travel anywhere and being reduced to takeaway or reduced seating at many restaurants due to insufficient space to be covid safe. I am one of many here who have family back in the UK, Europe or USA who seem to have a case of Covid Guilt, hardly daring to say what we have been up to as it sounds like we are gloating and uncaring as life elsewhere is a very grim affair. After the Northern Beaches flurry which of course managed to coincide with Christmas we have luckily managed to squash the virus for now but it is only a matter of time before it pokes up it’s ugly head again so we are far more prepared now for any last minute changes, shut downs and cancellations and almost incredulous if our meagre travel plans actually come to fruition. Our own backyard is ALL that is open to us right now and we are pretty darned lucky that we have an AMAZING one! Local tourism is through the roof albeit open to last minute changes as State borders close willy nilly and airlines change their policies overnight. Plan, and indeed book travel, but do not be surprised if it all ends up on the back burner AGAIN….and 2022 is now the year touted as being the year we can travel overseas again. I’m not sure what we will see when we get back there to be honest? Will we still be able to sit in an ancient piazza sipping prosecco and watching the world go by without a care in the world? Will there still be companies to take us adventuring down rivers and up mountains? Will it be a different world that we see when we get back there again? Time will tell I guess….

Meanwhile back in The Meadow we were lucky to be untouched by the latest virus outbreak which is a total miracle as our little town has been inundated with Sydneysiders ever since the schools broke up for the summer holidays. The queue for the “famous Berry Donut Van” stretches endlessly down the main street and there are lines to get into the shops. All this is great for the small businesses that depend on this to get them through the year and in the wake of last year’s bush fires to potentially keep them afloat so I am happy for them but it also keeps me away from the hub, most probably venturing back after the school holidays end when I can shop in peace! Instead we head out to the river or the beach where we can all spread out and enjoy the beautiful scenery that we call home. We managed a couple of hours in between the showers when Sam and Liv finally made it down after the lockdown eased and we had one very happy toddler and Choccy Drop! Nothing better than splashing around in a river!

I’d like to pay homage to a special little tree that we love in our garden called a Crepe Myrtle. It is a relatively small tree perfect for suburban gardens . Believed to have originated in China, it is a tree for all seasons. In summer it produces vibrant flowers of pink,purple,white and almost red, which last for up to three months, and in autumn it provides great leaf colour in shades of yellow, orange and scarlet. It also has incredible bark which gets better with age, as the trunk develops a wonderful gnarled appearance, and the bark peels off in summer to give a gorgeous mottled look with patches of pink, grey and brown. All of this makes it a winner in the garden, also it seems to be used more and more in streetscapes as they rarely grow bigger than 6m and don’t take over the pavements in which they are planted. Their branching habit makes them perfect for shading plants that hate the sun and I have them guarding my hydrangeas! If you had to choose just one tree to have in a garden I would thoroughly recommend this one. This one was on the property when we arrived and it is a joy to behold every summer!

As some of you know we had the Newcastle franchise for Harry’s Cafe de Wheels for around 7 years and we were totally delighted when we recently saw one opening near us – a mere 2 kilometres away in fact! It was one of the things we missed when we moved away from Sydney, not because we ate there all the time but because it really did hit the spot when you needed it most and there has always been so much care and attention paid to the Harry’s pie it tastes homemade! Their ethos hasn’t changed over the years and they are still totally delicious! The menu has now expanded to include burgers but we can never get past the pie or the chilli dog! So if you are travelling up or down the coast and you are a bit peckish give it a whirl folks! Our other favourite pie shop – Haydens in Ulladulla – is just a bit too far away from us (75 mins) to make it a viable option but if you are holidaying in Mollymook do not leave without going there!

There was a charming little story floating around a few weeks ago about a little pigeon called Joe and it gave everyone a reason to smile and stop talking about you-know-what for a while. The story goes like this…..

Mr Celli-Bird (yup that’s his real name) a nice unassuming man living in the outer suburbs of Melbourne noticed a rather scrappy looking little pigeon had taken up temporary residence in his garden so he fed him some bird seed and expected him to fly away but he hung around. Mr CB noticed a leg ring and decided to google the number which told him it was from a bird in America who went missing from a race in Oregon back in October!! He called him Joe after the incoming US president Joe Biden and the story was broadcast on the local radio. It didn’t take long for the story to spread and it was a feat that won hearts around the world, that a common pigeon named Joe had flown 13,000 kilometres from the United States and had landed, weak but alive, in an Australian backyard. A story of hope winning against adversity and just what people needed to hear.

Mr. Celli-Bird thought it was all a bit of good fun, but the Australian authorities had a different view. The Department of Agriculture, Water and the Environment said Joe “posed a direct biosecurity risk to Australian bird life and our poultry industry.” and it intended to euthanize him. Fortunately, there was a twist in the tale. The Oregon race organisers told Mr Celli-Bird that the Oregon bird did not have Joe’s bell-bottom style feathers around his feet. It seems that Joe will be spared because his leg tag was found to be fake (goodness knows what sort of person fakes a pigeon leg ring?). Pigeon Rescue Melbourne volunteer Kirsten Macleod says Joe is not a racing pigeon. He is a ‘Turkish tumbler’, bred to do tricks and not fly long distance so Joe is probably Australian after all and will get to live. Mr CB is relieved. And Joe is definitely on a good wicket. Mr Celli-Bird says Joe is not a pet but he did buy him bird seed, and the pigeon is welcome to bathe in his water feature and potter in the garden as long as he likes. He won’t be buying a cage. “As long as he’s happy to stay there I’ll let him stay and if he chooses to fly off, he can do that too.” Lucky Joe I reckon and a happy ending!

So as we approach the end of January there are changes afoot.The vaccine is starting to be rolled out in the Northern hemisphere, the only thing they are clinging to as the numbers soar and gloominess rules. No real end in sight and as they haven’t been quaranting or stopping people flying in and out I really can’t see how things will change in a hurry but there is a glimmer of hope on the horizon and they are counting down to Spring and hopefully a new start. We have a new guy in the White House with a more measured approach to the science of it all and hopefully his calmness will give the American people the balm they need after all the division of the past four years and he will steady the boat. He has a huge job ahead of him. Fingers crossed he can make a difference. C’ya Trumpy, can’t say I’m sorry to see you go but good luck with the new venture……

Well it’s been a year that no one will forget in a hurry that’s for sure and one we will remember for many reasons both good and bad. The big question is will 2021 be any different? Things in the Northern Hemisphere are shaping up to be as bad or even worse than 2020 and they are pinning all their hopes on the vaccine. We in Australia are just lucky to have contained things a little better and be in a position to wait and see what happens up north before we also vaccinate the masses. I know a lot of hope is being pinned on the efficacy of the vaccine and it seems that international travel will not happen without proof of having had it so I guess that will sort the men from the boys! As someone who loves plans and lists and looking forward to things the whole virus situation has forced me to instead enjoy what is in front of me instead of the anticipation of what lies ahead and that is not a bad thing. We have all slowed down, appreciated our local environment and reconnected with our friends and families that are far away, bound by a mutual experience and a sense of gratefulness for having people to care for and to be cared by them in return. We are all in this together after all. Life has a habit of continuing on though, babies are still arriving, houses being bought and new jobs started. Our homes have become our castle once more as we spend more time working from home so DIY and home renovations have gone through the roof. Exercise has taken off – any excuse to get out of the house has meant cycling, surfing, running etc have become flavour of the month (and is the much needed antidote to all the eating and drinking we have all been doing in lockdown!) and camping has once again been the family vacation of choice – the great outdoors to the rescue!

Christmas came to our little town despite everything. Half the population determined to party bigger and better than ever before as if to say “up yours” to Covid and the other half couldn’t quite get into it in the face of all that was happening. This was our year where the kids go to their partners families so we always knew it was going to be a small one just with Tom but there were plans for the Sydney crew to arrive on the 27th for a week and we would have a couple of nights of overlap. Covid however had a different idea and with Sam and Liv living on the Northern Beaches they sadly fell into the only area of Sydney to be locked down over this period. They were very lucky to be allowed to enjoy Xmas Day with Livs family as they were in the orange zone and not the red but I had a few friends that weren’t so lucky and had to rely on technology to see each other. Much better than 37 years ago when I landed in Sydney and had to queue up at Martin Place post office to place a call to the UK and even then it was just a 3 minute call!! Now we can see each other opening gifts, share a virtual meal or have a group video call all at the press of a button.

The three of us had a lovely Christmas day, enjoying some yummy food and rather too much wine, ending the day with a huge bonfire, music and dancing and a rather sloshed call to my Mum in the UK who at 84 was having her very 1st Christmas alone and was understandably a bit sad. She got through it of course and made the best of it as many others did but I know how much stead she places on family and it would have been a tough day for her.

Before the big day we got to spend a week with Loz and Myla before they flew off to Tassie to start their new life and we were lucky with the weather meaning we could play in the garden in the little paddling pool or the sandpit, enjoy the sand dunes at the beach or picnic on the river according to how we felt! I must admit to a twinge of regret as we packed them up from Canberra to once again live over the water and a plane trip away although it is of course Australia and only a fraction of the time that it used to take us to get to Asia to see them. As a family spread far and wide we always try to think of the positives and to be honest a week in Tassie every few months is definitely a pleasurable thought and I know it will give them the outdoor life that they love and want for their family to grow up in.

At the end of November my beautiful bookclub girls all got together at the gorgeous home of one of the gals and we celebrated our friendship, Christmas and the good riddance of 2020 over a delicious meal. It was doubly sweet for us all to be together after a year of being all over the place with our usual monthly meetings and we were very thankful for the whole tribe to be together for a few hours. Long term friendships are a gift, there is no pressure to be someone you are not and they are the people that have been there for the good times and the bad to support you and make you laugh when everything is going to the dog house. We are indeed lucky.

These past few months has seen our garden mature and start to fill in and become what we had originally envisaged. As the never ending weeds were still winning we decided to just plant loads more flowers and groundcover so there is no space for the pesky interlopers. It is working for the most part but the grass runners are omnipotent and I am definitely losing the battle with them, the only good thing is they are harder to see amongst the plants now! As all our planned visitors have been locked down I am going to use the next week or two to exert my authority over the garden and get it back into some semblance of order. In the meantime the waft of perfume from the gardenias cut for the house is heaven…..

I’m writing this on my 36th wedding anniversary. You get less for murder some people say. It really seems weird when I look back at the photos of that day – I’m still that girl in there somewhere but with so many rich experiences added in. Life in a new country, 3 kids that I adore and now grandchildren to be silly with and love to bits. I’ve had some great jobs with super people and have a large and wonderful friendship group so I forgive the wrinkles and the grey hairs and think how lucky I am and that 36 years is a pretty good achievement! Of course in true 2020 style it’s a public holiday, the restaurants are shut and a huge storm has dampened any ideas of sharing a bottle of wine somewhere picturesque with the MOTH but we are happy to snuggle up at home with a nice dinner and an episode of The Crown. Real life and not half bad….

Lizzie sums it up beautifully here (please excuse her language but 2020 has her reeling….)

So here is to the whole world being a better place next year, to optimism balanced with practicality in how we deal with this virus, a new appreciation for what we had and didn’t even realise and to our bodies, temples occasionally but often used and abused and still expected to do the right thing. Health is the new wealth folks! Thanks for following our story from The Meadow, we definitely don’t feel like the new kids on the block anymore but are still feeling grateful that we found this gorgeous little corner of the world to call our own. Happy New Year to you all.

In a year that started with catastrophic bushfires followed by damaging floods and the arrival of the big Rona we should be very grateful it’s all coming to an end. A year of challenges and acceptance, of realisation of what is important to us and gratefulness both for what we have and that we got through it unscathed. Australia has been lucky, isolated by geography and with good leadership who weren’t frightened to impose strict shutdown rules early we have avoided the horrible numbers of cases experienced by other parts of the world.

For our family it has been a mostly happy year. A wedding bought our family home at just the right time to avoid being stuck abroad at the outbreak of the virus. The wedding was cancelled due to restrictions but we were all home together to face whatever was to come our way. Two of our kids had to pack up their life in London and Vietnam via Facetime with friends packaging up their belongings into boxes for them and leases had to be sub-letted and jobs resigned from. Both of them have embraced a difficult time to come out the other side with good jobs and a future to look forward to – not an easy task in Covid – and I am very proud of them both.

Our Bride and Groom may have missed out on their wedding but instead they have bought a beautiful new house and are happily making it a home for their expanding family. They could have been sad or angry especially as the wedding was cancelled a mere 48 hours before it was due to take place – everything was organised and paid for, hair was cut, nails were manicured, boots were polished and the flowers were all ready for the bouquets but they took it in their stride and made the best of things and we were all just grateful that we were together and safe. I am so proud of the way they have handled everything and their focus is now firmly on the future and the arrival of baby number 2 in 4 months. We had a lovely weekend with them recently at their new house and it is so fabulous to be able to stay with them now they have a spare room for guests and to enjoy some quality time with little Cooper who I think thought we existed only in photos or here in The Meadow!!

I have also made the most of having Lauren and Myla a mere 3 hour drive away with a couple of trips to Canberra to help out with babysitting while they worked and to spend time with our little Hurrricane a.k.a Myla!! She is a ball of energy and at this stage has absolutely no quiet side. She is either awake and full of beans or asleep – no grey area for our Myla Moo! I took her to Canberra Zoo for an outing which we both loved although poor old Rara was feeling rather knackered by the end of it – why are zoos always carved into a hillside??? I completely mistimed how long it would take me to get down and back to the car and our little intrepid explorer fell asleep in the stroller and stayed asleep throughout the whole car trip home, through the labyrith of the apartment block gardens, the trip in the elevator and into the house only to wake up full of beans as soon as I tried to lie her down in the cot!! I look forward to having them stay with us for a week before they fly off to Tassie in mid December to start their new life in Hobart. Still a plane trip away but a lot closer than Asia!

The veggie patch is in full throttle with tomatoes, cucumbers, zucchinis, spinach and lettuce all available for eating and green beans, capsicum and eggplant just around the corner. This is the time of year that we plan meals around the patch rather than what we may fancy and I think we end up eating more plant foods this way by far. Our rustic entrance with it’s rusty gate and shabby pergola is one of my fave bits of the property and I am resisting the various “suggestions” to paint it and smarten it up.

The erratic weather courtesy of La Nina has been both a blessing and a curse to our garden. The ferocity of some of the storms has been amazing, in the pictures here we had four inches of rain in an hour and lost one of our lovely spready trees as well. The upside was all that rain soaked in pretty quickly and gave our trees and flowers a deep water at just the right time for flowering and we now have a garden that is green and full of flowers and fragrance.The gardenias are a picture and together with the jasmine is sending a lovely waft of fragrance over the garden, The roses are as gorgeous as ever and the newly planted salvias are coming along a treat. I have changed tact in my constant battle with the weeds and have decided to plant more groundcover plants to fill in the gaps that weeds would otherwise pop up in and hopefully in another year our work load will be reduced considerably. The apricot and plum trees are in full fruit so if the birds can stay away I should have a bumper crop this year. Hello jam and fruit tarts and chutneys!

Our dear friends Baz and Kathy drove down from Forster to stay with us for a week. It was so lovely to see them again but unfortunately I was riddled with daycare germs and quite sick which curtailed our normal high jinx to a degree although we still managed to celebrate Baz’s birthday and get a whole load of little jobs done. These two are pathologically incapable of sitting and doing nothing and miraculously pictures were hung, the ironing basket was emptied, garden beds weeded and planted, chook fences mended, cupboards fixed and the garage tool section completely revamped! Thanks lovely friends for all your help!! One day you will come and stay and just relax I promise!!

So as the year comes to an end I have never been more grateful to be living here in The Meadow. We have been shielded from the worst of lockdown and have the beautiful countryside all around us to remind us that life is good. Home has become more than the sum of its parts and family and friends more important than ever. The rest of the world sometimes seems a long way away but the fact we have close family still struggling in the northern hemisphere keeps it close to home. Let’s hope that next year brings some worldwide relief and a return to a more sensible guy in the big white house on the hill….

Well what a few weeks we’ve had. In fact nearly everyone we know seems to have had a bad few weeks. As if Covid wasn’t enough. Sadly we have close friends and family who are very sick and every week we hear more stories of others in the same situation. Is it because we are getting older? Or because we know a lot of people? Or is the universe just throwing everyone as many curve balls as possible and seeing how we all cope. In the current world situation I think we are all on heightened alert without even realising it and one piece of bad news has the capability of sending us plummeting into a sad place. For those who are now either in an extended or 2nd or 3rd lockdown it must be especially hard to stay upbeat and look positively towards the future. No matter how hard you’ve worked your whole life your business may have crashed and burnt before your very eyes or the savings you had so diligently acquired over months and years of sacrifice for a house or a new business venture has now had to be used to merely exist through sudden unemployment and things beyond your control. It’s as scary as the thought of the disease, maybe even more so as the months go by. I do not envy those in charge as there doesn’t seem to be any one way through this crisis and I think that all we can do is to take some self responsibility for our own lives, lower our previous expectations and be grateful for what we have. I am concerned for my family in the UK and Europe and the US as the figures over there for new cases are frightening and coming into winter isn’t helping but all I can do is stay in communication and plan a get together for when this all goes away. There is talk that we will not have international travel to the northern hemisphere until 2022 from Australia but as a dual passport holder I can always go if I really need to for any reason and just do the quarantine on my return. At this stage it is harder for people to get into Queensland than it would be for me to go to England!!! Crazy…..

In happier news we have had a couple of get togethers with our daughter and family. We are trying to squish in as many visits as we can before they relocate to Tasmania in December so we enjoyed the long weekend here in The Meadow along with Tom and some good friends of Lauren’s and their 2 year old Mia which made for lots of cute moments!

Papa finally finished the sandpit and the boys filled it up to much appreciation from our smallest family member who LOVED it! We were lucky enough to have some beautiful weather allowing beach time and one of our favourite pizza nights! We babysat one afternoon and had a grand old time with Myla helping me pick mulberries from the tree (one for the bowl and one for her!!) then watering the pots of flowers with her very own mini watering can (some for the plants then some for her feet!) and then a swim in the pool with Papa (more splashing on the steps than swimming to be honest) and a good time was had by all.

The other person who loves picking mulberries is Bailey. Our little choccy drop is very smart and when she sees me out there with a bowl she comes and loiters under the tree hoovering up all the ones that fall off as I harvest. I have even seen her out there alone nibbling them off the bottom branches with great dexterity and finesse which means she gets the bottom of the tree, I get the middle and the birds get the top!! Still plenty to go around and I am constantly delivering bowls to friends and neighbours. Last week I gave a bowl to my neighbour at 9am and a jar of jam made from the fruit was gifted to me at 3pm!! Now that’s fresh!!

I have mixed feelings about reporting that Atticus has left the building. After his close encounter with the fox he became extra aggressive to the point where none of us could go near him without a stick or a rake as he would run at us feathers flared and a glint in his eye and once or twice he caught the MOTH by surprise leaving him with big scratches on his arms or legs. I couldn’t blame him for his heightened angst but it made life less than pleasant always having to keep an eye out for him and I could never let them out with the grandkids there just in case. So one Sunday morning Cam made the hard decision to let him go. He was sad as he had hand raised him and even a few weeks previously had been able to pick him up with no fear but he now had PTSD and we couldn’t really do much to change that. Atticus had the 2nd last laugh though as Cam chased him around the coop injuring his achilles in the process. The chicken house is now a calmer place and I am gradually getting used to not being charged at every time I let them out! The girls are all getting on ok with our previously head hen Trunchbull back in charge! The babies are now gawky teens and being tolerated by the older chooks, even permitting them to roost with them at night as of yesterday! This was after a night where we lost the little white one, there was literally no sight of her at dusk when they all went to bed and despite looking everywhere we had to go to sleep not knowing where she was or if she had been taken by a fox. The next morning she had found her way into my asparagus patch and was cheeping loudly trying to find her way home! Our little adventurous explorer Chanel!

To thank us for housing them during the Covid lockdown Loz and Berry had organised for us to have a weekend away further down the south coast at Potato Point, a gorgeous little spot right on the beach in a national park. The family cabin was perfect for us and had the most magnificent view over the beach. Although the weather wasn’t perfect it still allowed us to walk and play on the beach, eat outside on our deck each night with a wonderful chiminea to keep the chill off and enjoy a trip into nearby Bodalla, a quaint little town famous for it’s dairy products. Myla was enthralled by the MANY wallabies and kangaroos that populate the area, most of them had baby joeys and we loved being so up close and personal with them.

Nature abounded and no one was more surprised than us when a little possum crashed our dinner table barely 30 seconds after Loz had finished her dessert. Mr possum thoroughly licked the plate clean before vanishing back to whence he’d come!

Sadly on the last night Cammo’s sore foot escalated into a full blown disaster, becoming extremely painful, swollen, hot and red. Something similar happened last year to his other foot and the hospital had surmised it was a flareup of some kind of arthritis. That time it settled within a few days but this time around it was worse and is still swollen a week later. A week of blood tests and we are only marginally closer to a diagnosis but an appontment with a rheumatologist in a fortnight will hopefully shed some light on the situation. It makes you realise how much you CANNOT do when your feet play up, we very much take them for granted until they don’t work properly!

I am going to leave you with a cute animal pic because who doesn’t love a baby rabbit? Did you know that a group of wild rabbits is called a fluffle? I have no idea who gets to name these things but I have never loved the English language more!!

Our cocky rather scary rooster nearly met his match last Sunday when Mr Fox came a visiting and as a result he no longer sports his manly bits. No not THOSE bits but his magnificent rooster tail feathers which are now scattered to the four corners of our property. Mr Fox got a full mouthful of feathers but nothing else luckily, Atticus now looks decidedly out of proportion with his huge rounded body and no tail plumage to balance it and he has a slight limp but all in all he was a very lucky boy. This all happened at 3.30 in the afternoon when they were out free ranging in the sunshine. So much for foxes being nocturnal eh? Bold as brass he was and even stood his ground for about 30 seconds after I came after him brandishing a big stick and screaming like a banshee. Bailey got the message that something was wrong and chased after him barking crazily for at least 10 minutes letting him know she was NOT a happy camper and to not return on her watch thank you very much.

So now when I look out of the kitchen window in the late afternoons and see them picking about in the garden it is not with my usual feeling of serenity and tranquility but with a slightly anxious feeling in my tummy that they could be taken by surprise at any moment and become badly injured or killed right in front of my eyes. Cunning as they are I am sure Foxy will wait a few days until we are lulled into some sort of false security and then come back to try his luck again……aaaaargh!! There are animals everywhere at the moment and a wedge tailed eagle swooped down and took a young hare a couple of weeks ago (the worst sound ever incidentally) and we have also had an injured Corella wandering around our garden for weeks now – it’s wing flopped to one side and unable to fly. I wondered if that was the work of the eagle too? I wanted to take it to the vet but the MOTH made some very unkind remarks as to “there being millions of them and one wouldn’t be much loss to mankind” and said “to let nature take it’s course” which translates to let it die in my book. As if to prove him wrong Albi is still here and seemingly getting around ok and I always love it when I turn a corner and there he is waddling around and just getting on with life. Seems a bit lonely though as they usually belong to a flock but if you can’t fly I guess you can’t be in the gang.

This however has been the only negative thing in the garden the past few weeks as Spring has invaded The Meadow and we have trees full of blossom, a wisteria that is now in full leaf, jasmine about to burst into flower and the jacarandas are budding up ready for their huge show of purple in a few weeks from now. The summer veg have been planted and withstood a huge westerly wind, luckily I had staked and tied the tomatoes or we would be back to square one now. Our baby chooks are now scraggly teens with most of their fluffy down replaced with their new feathers. As feared at least one of them is a rooster but the smallest sweetest and prettiest is definitely a hen, named Chanel for her understated elegance! They are starting to mix with the older chooks for a few hours at a time and it wont be long before they fully transition to the big kids coop. None of the other chickens look like they are being mean to them thus far at least so fingers crossed it doesn’t all end in tears.

I had a lovely few days playing Grandma in Canberra recently. I went down to babysit Myla so the kids could work some extra days on the days she isn’t at daycare and I had been looking forward to us doing our thing together but I arrived to a rapidly unfolding situation.Viral gastroenteritis tore through Kindy classes Rainforest 1 and 2 with 30 of the bubs getting sick and a couple having to go to ER with severe dehydration. Myla succumbed first followed by each of us adults, luckily in a staggered start so at least one of us was always ok to look after the others so although it didn’t work out that I could help out while they worked it was a good job I was there to be on Myla duty at least! We spent an afternoon at IKEA where she loved playing in the kids section and we came away with a circus tent which she loves, taking her books and her “babies” inside and I’m sure if she could write ‘No Adults Allowed’ on the outside she would!!

Luckily we were all fine again for my last day and we enjoyed a day out in Canberra on the lake, hanging out in several of the Capital’s beautiful Parks and enjoying the 2020 version of Floriade which this year due to Covid has been reimagined and is scattered all over Canberra with wheelbarrows and window boxes of brightly coloured tulips and pansies for everyone to enjoy no matter where they are.

I got back home just in time for the boys to come and lay the driveway, the whole place was buzzing with trucks and men in high vis vests doing their thing and just like that we had a flash new drive! There is still some finishing off to do and it will take a while for the grass to grow back up to the new edges but the hard lifting has all been done! All ready for some little people to ride their bikes on when they are big enough…

In some very exciting news we have another little Grandson on the way! Due April 1st 2021 and growing very nicely he will make a beautiful little addition to our growing family. Cooper will be a super big brother I’m sure and if his Dad and Uncle are anything to go by he and his little brother will be as thick as thieves and mates for life. Watch out world, there is another generation of Cameron Brothers on the way!!

I made a passionfruit sponge to celebrate with the last of our fruit from the garden. I love that this recipe belongs to Bill Bevan who died in 2017 at the ripe old age of 94. Bill discovered his talent for baking late in life. The former trawler skipper and truck driver from Corrimal in NSW stepped up to the stove in his 60s and has since perfected the art of baking, winning a sponge competition at his granddaughter’s primary school, and making the family Christmas cakes and puddings. When his wife became ill during her early 50s Bill took over the cooking and began to bake the cakes his wife fancied. This was her favourite of them all and we love it too, all the more because of the story behind it. Cooking is a bit like a painting – far more than the sum of it’s parts and hence the nostalgia that comes with favourite family recipes, conjuring up the gatherings where these prized recipes would be served up with panache and a whole lot of love. (Bill’s recipe is in now in my kitchen section if you fancy trying it)

So as we lead up to the Long Weekend I will be planning a few nice meals for the family as we get together in The Meadow. The weather is predicted to be beautiful and for the intrepid amongst us the pool may be calling, I can envisage sipping an aperol spritz with my legs dangling in the water at least and it’s hard to feel anything but happy when the sun is shining and the sky is blue. The clocks will change too thank goodness meaning we may get to sleep in past 5.30 in the morning and have the longer evenings to enjoy eating alfresco. Bring it on!!

A gentle warbling wakes me at first light, it’s slightly apologetic as if the magpie knows it’s silly to be talking this early but “hello the day has begun and surely you want to know?” As the light gets stronger around the edges of my curtains other birds join in the morning chorus, some melodious and others not so much (yes Mr Kookaburra I’m talking about you) Our rooster Atticus can be heard joining in and sometimes in the distance a huge flock of local Corellas can be heard with their loud screeching as they fly en masse to a nearby paddock, resting on the fences and overhead wires as they search out some tasty morsels in the surrounding countryside. While we potter in the kitchen making that first and most wonderful coffee of the day we can hear a clear call – like a bell, which is then repeated from another tree and we know our feathered friends the King Parrots have dropped in to say g’day. They are the most magnificent colour and with the cutest little faces which tilt to the side as they check us out through the window. They are so friendly and unbothered by our presence we think that someone must have been feeding them but we have offered them chopped fruit and also sunflower seeds and despite flying down to check it out they haven’t ever taken anything. One morning we literally had four types of parrots walking around on the grass – King Parrots, Crimson Rosellas, Galahs and Rainbow Lorikeets so they obviously like SOMETHING in our garden!

I was very proud last week to share my part of the world with my Book Club girls. Our intrepid travel gal pal Carolyn found a fabulous house on the top of a hill at Foxground overlooking Gerringong. It had an amazing 180 degree view and was luxuriously appointed yet comfortable with lots of different areas to sit either outside in the sun or shade or inside around a huge table or curled up on the deep squishy lounge. A glorious pool made for sipping aperol spritz around was just a tad too chilly this early in Spring but was perfect for an afternoon chat in the sunshine. As we are all avid cooks we decided we would self cater and we all contributed various dishes and ended up eating like Kings! Beautiful French champagne and cheeses at 4.30pm started the ball rolling and flowed effortlessly into a delicious Ottolenghi baked chicken with amazing salads and sweet treats on day 1 and a meltingly slow cooked mediterranean lamb with braised greek beans and fetta, roasted kipflers, med style salads and a peach and frangipane tart dolloped with thick cream on day 2. Who needs to go out? The Sydney girls walked early every morning discovering the beauty of the south coast before a banquet brekky where I learned a healthier variation of the Cornish breakfast my Mum adores (a nice tangy marmalade topped with thick clotted cornish cream on toast) which was Leigh’s homemade cumquat marmalade topped with thick greek yoghurt on toast – equally delish but considerably less calories! Do yourselves a favour and try it folks….

The value of a friendship of over 25 years was evident in these couple of days where we all just slotted together working seamlessly in the kitchen and chatting – sometimes all 8 of us simultaneously!! True skill! It was soooo good just to take a break from routine, no chores to do, slob around or walk, dress up or stay in your pjs, read your book in the daytime, have an afternoon nap….you get the gist. The simple things but good for the soul.

So from the ‘do whatever you like whenever you like’ set up at Foxground I raced home to prepare for the imminent arrival of the kids and grandies for Fathers Day Weekend. We are equidistant from both Sydney and Canberra so about 2.5 hours driving for both families which is about the maximum an 18 month old can tolerate! After being cooped up in the car they were happy to run around exploring all the wide open spaces and hugging Bailey and generally reacquainting themselves with The Meadow. We had booked breakfast at a nearby winery to celebrate Fathers Day and also Lozzys birthday which fell on the same day this year. Indoors is a no no with the bubs so this was a perfect location where they could run amok outdoors and we only popped them in the highchairs when our meal came which meant we were all happy! We attempted a family photo but it is nearly impossible to get us all facing the same way….this was as close as we got !!

We packed so much into the next 24 hours, the boys played golf, the babies had a play on a make shift water slide, we had a lovely visit from my god daughter and her 2 year old Indi, we enjoyed a bonfire at dusk before the cousins shared a bubblebath and snuggled into bed exhausted, followed by the people’s favourite – pizza night! Sam prepped everything beautifully, slicing things into separate bowls – salami, olives, pear, artichokes, sun dried tomatoes, chicken, mushies, roasted capsicum, fetta, buffalo mozzarella and gorgonzola – a mix made in heaven! Full but happy we tumbled into bed – another day done well in The Meadow!

Spring is definitely here, the wisteria is in full throttle, the fruit trees are blossoming and the birds are nesting. You can’t drive down the road without seeing baby calves or goats and we have a few new babies too. The MOTH has always wanted some Plymouth Rock chickens and when he was buying some firewood recently old Reg mentioned he had 30 eggs in the incubator, lots of which were Plymouths so he bought two and we collected them last weekend. Sadly only 3 hatched successfully so we couldn’t leave the other one behind and therefore are now the proud owners of 3 new chicks (PLEASE don’t be roosters) who are happily ensconsed in their separate accommodation in the chook shed away from Atticus and even the hens just in case they get attacked. They will stay here until they are at least a few weeks older and ready to take their chances with the others.

So as we come into the season that most represents hope let’s pray that we can start to get back to some sort of new normal and enjoy the world around us again. We were supposed to be in Italy this week for the start of our holiday to celebrate my 60th but instead we shall maybe have a week in rural NSW, still beautiful just different, and there is certainly a lot to appreciate in our own backyard here in Australia, especially once the borders open up again. The dollars usually spent overseas are being ploughed into the local economy and that my friends is most definitely good!

Nature is amazing, beautiful, awe inspiring, unpredictable, scary and awful in equal measure. We have had a hell of a few weeks here with an East Coast low bringing a massive rain event causing widespread flooding and damage leaving our local area looking more like the Canadian Lakes than little old Berry. People along the river had to be evacuated as the levels rose and people lost cattle, sheds and machinery to the roaring swollen river. A huge shed from the Shoalhaven Zoo was seen floating down the river at great pace and narrowly missing the pylons of the Nowra bridge as it hurtled downstream. Some panoramic shots from Cambewarra Lookout show the widespread inundation and we were SO happy when it all came to an end. A years worth of rain in the past 6 weeks is more than enough thank you very much. It has been good timing however for the farmers coming into Spring and Summer and hopefully with overflowing dams they can finally say goodbye to the drought.

Of course Mother Nature wasn’t content to leave things like that and decided to top it all off with three days of horrendous westerly winds that could almost blow your head off if you went out of the wrong door by mistake. Branches fell on cars and trees and land slides blocked roads. There were more sirens and more rescues and the only place to be was indoors with the fire blazing as the temperatures plummeted and the great outdoors became a decidedly unpleasant option.

So today I ventured to the beach with the Choccy Drop as the wind had calmed and the sun was out and the world was washed clean and shiny. The wild seas had carved huge cliffs into the sand and washed up loads of driftwood and shells. People had had great fun making teepees out of the logs and the beach looked a little like an outdoor gallery as we enjoyed our first outing in ages. Miss Bailey did at least 4 happy dances and didn’t seem to care that the water was freezing as she frolicked in the shallows with not a care in the world!

We managed to sneak away for a weekend in between weather systems and we headed to Canberra to visit the kids in their new place and see their local area. We were like kids at Xmas as we packed the car up….a roadtrip whooopee! They had only been gone 2 weeks but it felt like ages since we’d heard the incessant chatter of our little granddaughter and it was so lovely to see her all full of beans and enjoying her new life in our nation’s capital. Her Dad takes her out every day rain, hail or shine and she is Queen of the playground as she waddles determindly up the equipment, all sass and nappy, to stop and reverse onto the slides and zoom down with absolutely no regard for anyone that happens to be below her!!! Occasionally she will spy a puddle out of the corner of her eye and over she goes for a good old splash (her cute white sneakers are a thing of the past) and then when she tires of that she will occasionally get down on her tummy and drink from it!!! Our little pocket rocket is definitely “at one” with the outdoors that’s for sure! She started daycare today and I am sure her Dad will love finally having more than 2 minutes to himself and can now apply for some casual teaching as well. Loz loves her new job, working in a hospital environment isn’t for everyone but just like her Mum she LOVES it and her day flies by in a whirl of busy-ness before returning home to her two loves.

Our journey to Canberra took us through the Morton National Park which had been badly affected by the bushfires earlier this year. Even though I had seen the footage in the news I was still surprised to see the extent of the devastation, still to this day as far as the eye could see in all directions was a lunar landscape, dead as a dodo and very sobering. Shoots were on some of the trees but from a distance it looked like a nuclear bomb had gone off…

As Canberra has no covid cases we were able to enjoy as close to a normal weekend as we have in months. We visited the fabulous Fyshwick Markets and enjoyed the cosmopolitan breakfast options on offer before buying some seafood for dinner and then heading out on a little tour of the city. There are so many amazing parks and each suburb has it’s own shops, schools and daycare so it is all very convenient for people, nothing seems to be more than 15 minutes away from anywhere and there is no stress getting from A to B.

So as plans for travelling overseas and even interstate are non existent whilst the borders remain shut, people seem to be turning to home and to a list of “projects to be done”. All those old platitudes of being ‘too busy’ or ‘having no money as we’re saving for a holiday’ are also non existent so finally things are being built, decorated, renovated and landscaped. So now instead of our trip to Italy we are getting a new driveway!! Not quite as exciting as my epic birthday trip but excited I am nonetheless! The boys started ripping all the old broken bitumen out and widening it today ahead of edging it tomorrow and it already looks a whole lot neater. Our neighbours are constructing a pergola (dreams of a nice spritz on their back deck are not too far away now…) and my friends in the Valley are excitedly digging a gigantic hole to house a new rainwater tank. The projected plans for the landscaping around it would put many city gardens to shame and what is fundamentally a functional thing will now also become a place of beauty. The plant nurseries are overstocked with flowers and shrubs as people flock to make their own backyard somewhere special that they want to spend time in and to entertain their friends and families. A bit like the 1950s on steroids really. It’s taken a global pandemic to make us appreciate our own backyard again…!!

These diggers are amazing, if we had to dig this all out by hand it would take weeks and our backs wouldn’t be too happy either but in the space of 2 days it will all be dug and edged ready for the new bitumen! Brilliant stuff!

As parents around the globe have had to take up the mantle of their children’s class work they have come to realise just how wonderful teachers are. Teaching the little darlings is NOT EASY. Add into the equation the kids are at home (with all the distractions that brings) together with Mum and Dad not really knowing what they are doing and kids are getting away with all sorts. They are genuinely missing school because school is so much more than just lessons and the social interaction part of it is huge so we are seeing a huge leap in childhood depression and suicide which is heart breaking so for the physical and emotional health of the kids and the sanity of all parents lets hope we can get everyone back to school asap. In the meantime this made me laugh….

And they’re gone…. After 4.5 months of wondering what their new life was going to look like and with all their worldy belongings still in Vietnam they start their next chapter in Canberra this week. Lauren got a government contract with ACT health and within a week they found an apartment, bought a car and some work appropriate clothes and are now tucked up in their new home ready for the next adventure. Berry will be a stay at home Dad and will hopefully get some casual teaching once Myla gets a daycare spot. She has an interview on Wednesday so I hope she’s on her best behaviour!!! The very best part of it all is that they will only be a 2.5 hour drive away which is much easier than visiting them in either Vietnam or Tassie and we will also all still be able to meet up in The Meadow. So we say a fond farewell to our little Myla Moo who we will miss A LOT. I will also miss having my lovely daughter around who always makes life sunnier for everyone and the MOTH will miss his weekly golfing buddy too…

Luckily we had already organised a weekend with the whole family the week before they left as we had imagined they would be off to Tassie when the borders were predicted to open on July 24. So with a chaotic crew of 7 adults, 2 toddlers and a labrador we celebrated this next stage and the fact that our entire family has been able to be together for much of this Covid phase, so many other families haven’t been as lucky and I am very grateful to have had all my family safe and well and together. The lack of overseas holidays and restaurant meals means nothing in comparison. Family is everything.

We enjoyed a final pizza night together, the boys played golf, we had a rather fiery game of monopoly and some lovely grub and the babies were very cute alternately hugging and trying to feed each other and occasionally pushing or snatching a toy from each other, they were really getting used to it all by the time Coops went home so I hope they remember each other and start where they left off next time they meet! Also after talking about it for months we finally got around to having a nutella, banana and hazelnut dessert pizza – thanks Loz and Berry for making it for us – delish!!

In the middle of what has been a very mild winter Mother Nature had a bit of a laugh and an East Coast Low swept through the South Coast leaving many areas flooded. What else can 2020 throw at us I wonder? We got off fairly lightly here with a few large puddles in the usual low lying places, taking a few days to dissipate and still remaining squelchy underfoot a week later! The upside is the weeds are coming out easily and we don’t have to worry about watering for a while. Result.

Luckily we had good weather when my Swiss nephew and his fiance popped in for an overnight visit. He is an avid lover of slacklining and made the most of our trees to whip up a line and encourage our expats to have a go. I was amazed to see they could do it albeit for only half a dozen steps at a time. It takes a lot of core strength and balance to master it and they all had a lot of fun taking turns to the appreciative audience of the dairy cows in the back paddock!!

It was the first time they have met Myla and it was cuddles all around for our littlest family member. Thanks for coming down guys, it was lovely to see you both again.

Our little Cooper started day care a few weeks ago and seems to love it, especially the gorgeous rabbits they have there and all the different toys and activities. He is such a curious little fella I am sure he is relishing the new environment and Mum gets to do some work in peace! Here he is looking uber cute and ready for action!!

One Friday a few weeks ago my ever inventive daughter told me to be available for an activity in the garden from 3.30 until 5pm. I dutifully presented myself at the appointed hour and with eyes shut was led outside to the strains of French jazz music. When I opened my eyes this is what I saw….

Some comfy chairs, a bottle of red, our watercolours and painting smocks were all ready and waiting for us to attempt a pre sunset capture of the garden and surrounding escarpment. She really is the most thoughtful and fun person to have around and we had a grand old time getting lost in the moment until it was too dark and cold to enjoy any longer. I am determined to get the paints out weekly now I am no longer on Grandma duty…

So here I am once again, home alone with my trusty Choccy Drop and with all the time in the world to do “stuff” I am relieved to have the time to get on top of my neglected veggie patch, actually read the paper with a cup of tea in one sitting and have my laundry reduced to a few loads a week instead of a day but I really miss the calls of Papa and Ra-ra (somehow this is who I have become????) and her little hand in mine as she shows me something of utmost importance, the way her face lights up as she hears the birds in the morning or spies my handbag with its VERY enticing contents on the bed. Seeing the nibbled potatoes in the veg basket, the half eaten chalk and crayons in the cubby house and the little piles of pebbles that she loved to leave around the driveway brings tears to my eyes but life goes on and we will always remember this very special time we spent together during the weirdest of times in the world. As things are going backwards here at the moment it is a time to reflect and accept the new restrictions being placed on us as the alternatives are not good and I for one want to be here to enjoy a few more special times with my family and friends. Mask up and stay home if possible people and let’s crush this bloody virus on the head. ‘Bunnings Karen’ and her ilk can go and stick their heads where the sun don’t shine….

Just as things were all heading back towards normality with restrictions easing further and very few new cases of Covid in our State we have a resurgence of cases in Melbourne which is so disappointing for everyone, particularly them, as it seems even worse shutting back down after reopening so recently. The effort taken to get your business back up and runnning and getting all the staff back etc only to have it all whisked away from you must be heart breaking. Not as heart breaking as losing loved ones though so it just has to be done.

It is easy for us to become complacent as Covid hasn’t impacted us as much as other countries, although try saying that to a local hospitality business or retail shop. I guess it’s a bit like cancer, it is something to be respected and feared but not dreaded until it affects you personally. Somehow this spike in Melbourne has made me feel more anxious and disappointed than the original outbreak as we were feeling quite chuffed that our initial isolation tactics seemed to work and life could once again include dining out, going to the gym and the pub and booking weekends away within our State at least. This sharp reminder from Melbourne as well as the current estimation of overseas travel not to begin until July 2021 has made me realise that this is definitely not over and things can go backwards very quickly. I am grateful that all three of my children are currently within a 2 hour drive of me, a very different story from 2019 when 2/3 of them lived overseas. We just have to be patient and careful and hopefully we will be able to resume life as we know it in another 6 months or so. Fingers crossed…

In the meantime life continues here in The Meadow, I still love getting up in the morning as the sun rises over the paddocks and the cows amble into sight eating a line of grass from east to west and then back again, so silent and calm, just the sound of grass tearing as they chew their way through life. The chickens are all happy and laying their hearts out. We get a huge double yolker at least once a week, the creases at the end of the egg showing what an effort it was to lay it – poor little darling! The eggs are so yellow anything I make with them looks as if it’s been dipped in saffron and the 5 eggs a day are a good excuse to whip up a cake or a fluffy omelette.The trees are mostly bare, just the jacarandas are holding onto their lacey leaves as they don’t lose them until their huge purple flowers spike in October. I hope that this year we get some and they are not blown away in the dastardly westerlies, the trees have really grown this year but have a definite 30 degree lean to the East despite my attempts to stake them. The landscape is always a dead giveaway as to the prevalent winds of the area that’s for sure!

So after 6 months of teaching online, 3 of which were from here in The Meadow, the axe has finally fallen for our favourite expats. My son in law got out on one of the last few planes leaving Vietnam and kept his job, teaching online as all students in Vietnam have been home since Xmas, on the proviso he would be back on the ground within a month of students returning to face to face teaching at his International School. Sadly no planes are flying into Vietnam for non Vietnamese citizens thus rendering him unemployed as of June 18th. This means all of their belongings which are still in their apartment have to be sorted and packed up by friends and will take 3 months to get here at least. As Loz packed for a 2 week trip here back in March for the about to be cancelled wedding she doesn’t have many winter clothes for herself or Myla but at least they now have clarity and can start planning the next stage of their lives (and go shopping for some winter woollies too!) Myla seems to have an early love of shopping as seen here in the fabulous surf shop in Gerringong – Natural Necessity, well worth a visit if you are in the area.

They decided to make the most of their current suituation and go on a little road trip down the South Coast. As it is winter and wasn’t school holidys for another week or so they had no problems booking themselves a family cabin at various picturesque beachside parks. Wallabies at their door, firepits and the ocean a few metres further away and miles of sand for Myla Moo to explore. She does love eating the stuff which makes for some very gritty nappies but mostly she just loves to run around and seems to have inherited her parents love of the great outdoors.

What happens next for them is in the hands of the Gods as they have 6 months to fill in before a job offer in Hobart in the New Year sends them back to Tassie. We will make the most of the next few weeks before a job for one or both of them no doubt takes them away from The Meadow. They will leave a big hole when they leave.

It was lovely to have Sam, Liv and Cooper to stay while the others were away. One baby at a time is alot more manageable and it is always so nice to have some one on one time with them. Cooper is such a gorgeous little chap, always trying to see how things work – looking underneath lamps and behind machines to try and understand the how and why! He is a real thinker and Pa loved hanging out with him for a while.

We had a lovely visit to the local Shoalhaven Zoo, a family run affair located on The beautiful Shoalhaven River and perfect for a few hours wandering around with the grandkids. Sometimes the small places are so much more hands on and up close and I absolutely LOVED being within a metre of the most magnificent lion, looking straight into his surprisingly blue (and crossed) eyes! I’m pretty sure you can’t get that close at Taronga Zoo?? The other surprise was the maned wolf who looked like a fox on stilts, as if someone put the wrong head on it’s body! Meerkats and monkeys are always good value and the range of beautifully coloured tropical parrots and the fabulous macaws were a bonus. The café is perfectly situated above the banks of the river and we will go back to enjoy it again soon.

As the days are short and the log fire is raging by 4.30pm we seem to be eating dinner a bit earlier and by 7.30pm the MOTH is glued to the TV sport – rugby league, rugby union, soccer, AFL, golf, even the F1 God help me and I am therefore banished by mere boredom to the other end of the house, the one WITHOUT the wood burner but luckily with a gas log fire which does feel cosy after a while and in the absence of anything interesting to watch on TV I have turned to Foxtel catchups of series I missed earlier. I am sorry/not sorry to say I have become completely obsessed with Escape to the chateau DIY, a series about Brits buying chateaux both large and small and in various states of disrepair in France and turning them into jewels, mostly for B&Bs or wedding venues. It ticks all the boxes for me 1. Its in France 2. Its about renovating amazing old buildings into beautifully current homes 3. It’s about following dreams and perservering even when everything looks dismal and 4. They visit local markets and brocantes and eat outside under sprawling oak or plane trees which is SO appealing and I absolutely LOVE it! Since I know I cannot travel anywhere for ages it is making me feel almost as if I am in the French countryside and I can hear the beautiful birdsong of my youth and the country lanes are filled with meadow flowers and big fat bumblebees. Heaven. I may have googled chateaux for sale in France. I most definitely have googled country houses for sale in France….whoops!! Anyway dreams are free until you act on them and a bit of armchair travelling never did anyone any harm eh?

What a busy few weeks we have had!! I have literally had no free time to sit down and write as life with a toddler is non stop. When she does sleep (which she does VERY well) it is a toss up between 1. getting things on the extensive ‘to do list’ done or 2. making the most of it and sitting down with a cuppa while you can! She is walking everywhere now and has turned into a proper human. I’m still taken by surprise when I’m getting dressed or drying my hair and she is suddenly there getting into mischief in my cupboards or pulling out clothes from my wardrobe! She is so much happier now she can do things, that pre walking frustration has disappeared and she is now 100% into LIFE!! It is exhausting for both her and us and we often wish that we could also have a nice nap around 2pm when she does! This new found love of everything means that sometimes things go missing, sometimes for quite a long time, we eventually found the TV remote in the potato and onion basket in the kitchen after losing it for several hours!!

We have had some nice little trips into Berry as the weather has been mild and sunny and she loves taking hold of Bailey’s lead and “walking” her. They wait patiently outside the shops while we take turns to pop inside and our cute duo always attract lots of positive attention from passers by – who doesn’t love babies and dogs???

The restrictions eased just in time for Tom to celebrate his 30th birthday. We managed to rent a house up the road for 6 of his closest mates and Sam and Liv also joined us for the weekend making us a party of 13. It was a small group but a perfect one and after a game of golf on a rather chilly day we all gathered together at our place to celebrate. The Birthday Boy had requested a dinner of Beef Wellington which for some reason or another has become his favourite dish (I blame his time in London ) and gave this little home cook a decent challenge. Somehow rather miraculously I managed to pull it off but due to being rather frazzled I have no pictures of the end result. Luckily Liv took a few photos of us all just before we tucked in and that my friends is the only evidence we have of the evening! Suffice to say it was lovely with everyone recounting stories about Tom and his various antics over the years. It was quite emotional and he really did have the best weekend despite or perhaps because of the small intimate group. He was also very chuffed with his gifts as you can see here from his reaction!

My lovely daughter decided to plan a little surprise for us girls to escape the house for a couple of hours and last Friday she whisked me off to Silos Estate for a wine and cheese tasting which was delightful. Due to Covid we had a one hour booking and numbers were kept low so no one felt either rushed or overly anxious because of crowding. We continued outside with a glass of sparkling shiraz and enjoyed the gorgeous view at Golden Hour.

John and Lyn, long time friends and Tom’s godparents joined us for a couple of nights for the June long weekend which was lovely as I haven’t seen them for nearly 2 years since we all enjoyed a week together in The Barossa. An afternoon of golf prior to a slow cooked lamb dinner and a log fire with far too many glasses of red wine followed as we caught up on all the important stuff in life before tumbling into bed. Miss Myla decided to sleep for 13 hours giving us a nice lie in to recover and later that afternoon we stoked up the woodfired oven, lit the brazier and popped the music on for our fave night of the week …PIZZA NIGHT!! It is a lovely relaxed evening where everyone creates their own masterpiece and then we share everything. Myla comes too, all snuggled up in her snowsuit and has a baby pizza so as not to feel left out! Warm as toast in our coats and with a full tummy we enjoy the stars and each other’s company. Life is good.

It was nice that Tom saw them as it turned out to be his last weekend in The Meadow. He found a lovely little studio in the heart of Paddington and decided now was the right time to return to the city as the job market is starting to open up again as restrictions ease and people return to work. He has always lived in share houses before so he had to buy quite a few things to set himself up for sole living but he enjoyed collecting things and as a result his flat is looking really cosy and homely already. I was sad when he first told me as it has really been a wonderful 6 months having him here and he leaves a rather large hole but I knew the day had to come sooner or later and I am happy for him. Thank goodness we still have the others and Myla here as it would be too much of a shock and WAY too quiet with no one but us here. Bailey is really quite unsure as to what has happened as she lost her special mate and her favourite lounge in one hit! She is not generally allowed on the furniture but has always been permitted to sleep on the leather lounge which just happened to belong to Tom so for her it was a double whammy when he left…!!

So on top of a world already cracking under the onslaught of a pandemic we have seen mass protests throughout the world as a result of a police killing of a black man which appalled all who saw it. Racial issues have come to the fore and people have had enough. It seems crazy that on one hand we are all in this together Covid wise but the void between white and coloured people is so vast. It sucked timing wise though as hundreds of thousands of people have protested with no social distancing and there is bound to be repercussions because of that. I just wish we all had equal rights and opportunities once and for all and that all life was deemed equally precious.

So as Covid 19 continues to decimate the rest of the world with the biggest number of new cases in one day hitting over the weekend, we in geographically isolated Australia are enjoying some of our old freedoms again with the pubs and restaurants slowly opening and today I returned to Pilates for the 1st time in 4 months as the gyms and studios have also re-opened albeit with new rules and LOTS of sanitizer. One of our local industries has been entrepreneurial and have added sanitiser to their usual manufacture of glucose and ethanol and a local winery is bottling it for them! The only way now is forward, the old ways not to return in quite the same fashion and it is only the flexible and far sighted people in business that will succeed. As the pandemic emerged from China we noticed how all of humanity was equally susceptible and interconnected. The virus shone a spotlight on weaknesses within our society and has highlighted the interdependencies that exist between the multiple elements of our lives. We saw how our constant search for the cheapest prices in commodities has created supply chains that are unreliable in a crisis and pinpointed that we need once again to be happy to pay a fair price for something made in your own country and employing your fellow countrymen.

Despite the discomfort, anxiety and uncertainty that the virus brought, the resulting slowdown showed us the value once again of family and friends, a simpler life bringing us more family time and less dashing about and stressful commutes, the value of a home cooked meal and the time to make it from scratch (hello to the sourdough and home made pasta revolution) and a new found appreciation for the sort of life we have here in The Meadow. Growing our own veggies, raising happy chickens and being surrounded by countryside and the nearby ocean certainly winning out over the city apartments near shops, restaurants and theatres that were forced to close. The other important thing that we all realised is that kindness is key. Neighbours checked on each other and older people were acknowledged as vulnerable and important. The realisation we are all interconnected and that our social system is a fragile web so easily broken if just a few threads come loose. It took a virus for us to notice the interconnections between social justice, the economy and the environment. If we want a different , better future we need to identify and challenge those old assumptions and work out how we can take action to make the post Covid world a better place.

On a lighter note our litle Cooper got his first haircut and was a star client, sitting quietly and quite mesmerised by the whole procedure. The resulting ‘do’ makes him look so grown up and the handsomest little boy I’m sure you’ll agree 🙂