Small DB and I were driven to the airport by T and the Mothership at four in the morning, and we remain most grateful – our trip home was a breeze (if you skip over the part where security took my Swiss Army Knife that I stupidly left in my carry-on bag and put it …
Our first and primary focus on our arrival in Manly was the deadness of our generator. Oh the woe. I think I mentioned it got washed over in a wave on the way to Lord Howe Island, and never recovered. Well, the engine still runs very well, but it NO LONGER MAKES ANY POWER. Which …
Belatedly, I have realised that the area we are in is called the ‘Northern Beaches’. A few years ago longtime friends of our disentangled themselves from Melbourne, where they’d lived for more than 20 years, and upped and left for Narrabeen – which is apparently not too far from here. Their move perplexed me – …