I think a combination of irresponsible early adulthood, those years of having babies and small children when you wish neither to travel nor to impose your chaos on others, and simply the stealthy passing of time meant that I only returned to Coonamble for my grandparents' funerals, the last thirteen years ago.
I had the most wonderful time going back for my cousin Edward's wedding. We stayed at Mayfield, an old house on one of my uncle and aunt's properties. Tim and his family were there, too, and it was noisy, sweet fun. All of the seven kids slept on, or just off, the verandah, and being virtually outside meant that they slept beautifully! Tim's twins slept way longer than usual, and all the kids got on so well.
|Just the boys|
|16 year old girls are not into climbing hay bales.|
The wedding was held in my aunt and uncle's garden, which was magical once the sun went down. I do so love fairy lights and lanterns! The bride was beautiful, the groomsmen arrived in noisy utes and wore Akubras, and Tim did a brilliant job taking the wedding.
Dad came down from Cairns (it is a three day drive), and we loved seeing him. It was a great event, delicious food, plentiful drink, gorgeous surrounds, but for me it was all about seeing my relatives, including Joyce, who was my Mum's best friend at school and the (indirect) reason why I exist and have family in Coonamble!
|Dad, Maurny, Tim and me|