I'm just back from a few fabulous days away with old friends.
A de-fragging programme for my poor old brain.
(The rum wasn't mine, either.)
I've been looking at this yarn and this pattern for months, and finally had the headspace to start it.
Bella worked with more rustic materials...
...and this fantastic old book, with its amazing hand-drawn how-to diagrams.
Bella and I were hopelessly outnumbered by menfolk, so we sat around doing our textile crafts, while they cooked for us.
Theses were almost written about the best way to cook eggs on a barbeque, as 5 blokes prepared the breakfast of the century.
Simple adaptions to the tools in the rustic kitchen were fashioned when only home-made mayonnaise would do.
There was the serene art of yabbying in the dam.
And there was me... yabbying while simulataneously wrecking my wildly inappropriate soft leather boots.
A mid-morning Bloody Mary tradition was firmly established. (Insert menfolk, discussing the merits of different brands of tomato juice and balances of lemon to tabasco...)
Now, it's back to life, work and reality....