Earlier today, while James worked on his laptop planning the day’s route, I took to the hills in my raincoat. The nearest hill was home to the War Memorial, built in 1924 by the local townsfolk.
Our cunning plan was to drive down the Federal Highway to our National Capital for a leisurely lunch in the city. What were we thinking - nowhere to park a juggernaut like ours, so we took pictures and kept driving, past the National Library, Parliament House and Kev’s home.
Meanwhile a queue was forming at the NewsXpress newsagency in the Canberra suburb of Erindale, as the regular customers of newsagent Mark Hughes waited to pick up their free Lovatts magazines and have a chat with James and me. As always, our puzzlers were a charming bunch, and the hour flew by.
Off to our caravan park before it started raining again - too late. We got drenched. With all this rainwater around us, it’s ironical that the heater in the campervan has had the effect of drying my eyes out, in case you’re wondering why my eyes look half-closed in some shots. And no, we can’t do without the heater - we might die of hypothermia.
So on with the show … and the eyedrops.