Its done ‘n dusted (literally). We’ve waved goodbye to our little flat (aka “the lovehuts” aka “the Maldives” (pronounced Mouldy Dives) which served us so well for 28 months. Mixed emotions.
A second load of furniture was towed down to PE behind our little blue bomber (Ford 1300) which did brilliantly.
We then to returned to EL before zooting up to Maclear for a night where we stayed with Jack and Hayley McFarlane while I helped Jack with some environmental work for a dam he is planning. What a slice of paradise that area is. Highlights were quad biking around the grasslands, seeing how Jack harvests his soybean crop, and Hayleys gourmet food. We’ve offered our services as official food tasters for any meals proposed for the future McFarlane B&B. And a first for me was eating pomegranates… little red jewels as Jack called them.
Then back to EL, where the Cocks’ hosted us for our last night. What a blessing. The prospect of sleeping in a cold, empty shell of a flat was not attractive. After a slow morning, we packed the last of our boxes and bad EL farewell on Thursday 3 May. There was hardly room for a can of coke in either of the cars.
So the journey began. We spent the first week in PE with the Fyvies. Busy days as we juggled the last few admin issues like trying to sell G's car, with some chilling like picnic suppers at Sards. After much prayer we managed to sell the car at the last moment. Thank you Lord!
Mom and dad Fyvie are busy building a garden flat so we lent a hand there and G and I are now floor sealing experts.
The work proved just too much for some.
After a week we moved in with the Carters and spent the one morning helping Jimmy out with throwing concrete for his new workshop. Trying to get Norman's prehistoric concrete mixer to start was a hilarious experience. I've never seen such a smokey 2 stroke. It even threw a massive flame out at one stage. No injuries, just sore cheeks and stomach muscles from all the laughs.
And finally, for those that don't know him, this character below was the man in G's life before I came along. Joel is a Retriever cross Collie who has a fetish for socks and toilet rolls.
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