Hello from Ballina, where the little motel jug is boiling and I'm about to make a cuppa with our own teapot and leaf tea, a travelling essential for us.
So far, we've been driving north slowly, checking out Big Things and visiting some of BB's schoolfriends. Today I'm visiting Julie Barratt's Barratt Galleries in Alstonville, dedicated to Artists Books, to see her set-up, see what is onshow and pick up some of my books that have been hanging around the place.
By tonight we'll be in Redcliffe with the lovely Sacha, preparing for Christmas day and Woodford.
Yesterday we hung out on Sawtell beach with friends and their very young children. I sat there wondering why the word 'Sawtell' rang HUGE bells in my mind, so I rang Colonel Duck and asked him.
'1976,' he replied, 'New Years. We camped there and celebrated my 30th birthday.'
Ahhh! Sitting there as a 41yo, it seemed a long long time ago. It's still a very beautiful spot, despite the bastard who drove his 4WD onto the middle of the beach because he couldn't be arsed walking from the carpark.
If I don't get a chance to post again before Thursday, may you and yours have a wonderful whatever-you-do-at-this-time-of-year.* And stay safe. We're trying, on this horrible coastal highway.
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