Our dear friend and neighbour has been an inspiration over the past few weeks. When she wanted to go to the Jondaryan Heritage Festival (about 3 hours away on the other side of the Great Dividing Range) she needed to master a few critical things in a short time frame. First, learn how to tow the caravan. As usual, Lorraine just treated it like an overgrown horse float. Apparently she had towed that once before. She's been practising for 3 weeks and invented a bluetac and drinking straw contraption on the towball so she could see when it aligned to the caravan bit (I'm sure there's a tech name for it but WMBM isn't here to ask). Then she's been test driving and reversing the whole thing around the front paddock. Today was departure day. So before dawn, WMBM and I tried to sneak down in the near dark and set up a good luck message. It would have worked too except for the noise of the star pickets being slammed into the ground at 5.30 a.m. We could hear her grandson giggling as we headed back to our place for a cuppa. Have a great and restful time Lorraine and we hope you get to do lots and lots of absolutely nothing.