Wednesday, March 4

The local Windermere Cafe had a special event on Sunday - a spit roast to bring out the locals for a bit of socialising. The owner works hard to make a living and she's not happy to just sign back and let the customers come to her.  She even had a bush band to entertain us while we ate.

As it happened, we shared a table with the band.  Marilyn knew the fiddler, an ex-student but her father was the interesting one.  He had an impressive beard, a laid-back manner, and an unconscious wit.  Talking about a gig in Devonport, he said mournfully, 'it was a disaster.  I left my lager phone at home.'  And I thought that I had problems.

The goats were collected on Saturday and have settled in well at their new home.  They're sharing their paddock with a horse but that doesn't seem to be an issue.  So, we've been able to go on our holidays without worrying about leaving things for others to do.  We're now staying with our friend, Robyn, in Wollongong and will join the ship on Sunday.  Can't wait!

It was Marilyn's birthday on Monday.  She has turned 70 but says that she feels as fit and well as she ever has - still enjoying life.