A whole year has now passed since I moved lock, stock, and two smoking barrels up here from KV. What a lot has happened – to me, to the farm, to my life. Who would have thought that this move that we all deemed the craziest and biggest risk of my daredevil life to date, would make so many dreams come true?
Here I am, one year on, belly distended with child, rings on my fingers, wed at last, in a sweet little cottage that is finally a home (just the finishing touches to go), an office on the way, surrounded by ducks, dog, chooks galore and STILL awaiting the birth of the first Avalon calf. Truly all my forty odd years of restless searching have finally led me to Ged and this beautiful place that I can wholeheartedly call home . . .
The good news is that a literary agent I have worked with before in the UK is interested in seeing this ‘Mad Cow’ that you all keep saying is a book, written as such. That actually doesn’t mean very much – it means that if I can knuckle down to writing the first three chapters, she would like to see them to see if they have potential in the publishing world . . . while the baby is sleeping . . .??
We went out for dinner with friends in Port Macquarie on Friday night and had a dismally disappointing meal with appalling service. We are slowly working our way through the eating establishments up here and it seems that the bad far outweigh the good. We treated ourselves to the local Indian a week or so ago as we are both firm fans of the genre and it was awful! Microwaved mess style food – ugh!! And I didn’t know that there was such a thing as a bad Indian restaurant – Port Macquarie really does take poor palatability to new depths!! Nonetheless we will soldier on with our campaign to try them all so when you come to stay we know where we can safely send you and where not! The things we do . . . .
The winter thus far has been so mild that all the plants are confused. I have daffodils in flower, blossom on the trees, lavendar in bud – bizarre.