It was only 7.30 by the time I got to the Jugiong turnoff, so I didn't go to The Long Track Pantry, assuming it would not yet be open. I stopped at Goulburn for a coffee and just bought it and kept going. You can make such good time when you are alone!
It had been four degrees when I left Wagga, but by the time I got to Pheasant's Nest, I could feel and hear summer. The cicadas were loud enough to hear while driving and the heat radiated off the windows. It was most disconcerting as we have not had hot weather in Wagga. The air was hazy once I reached the outskirts of Sydney and that, along with the traffic was quite oppressive. The cicadas became menacing as I realised what it would have been like during the recent fires.
I tuned the book off to concentrate as I drove through the Sydney traffic, and again from the motorway down to Kincumber - I really appreciate living in the country when I have to do urban driving. The tension melted away when I pulled up at Tim and Shona's house, before lunch!
|Missing Phil, ready for the wedding.|
|Those of us in heels removed them, even the lovely bride.|
On Sunday morning Tim went off to the first two of his three services, and the rest of us went down to Avoca for breakfast.
This breakfast fueled me for the long drive, and I finally got my coffee at The Long Track Pantry. Andrew and the kids had done shopping and washing so I had very little to do to prepare for the week ahead. The weekend away was completely worth it.