a post alpaca picnic
Down the gully, around the bend, across the red red dirt and back onto the road … past more strawberry farms, more vineyards, dear little shops and there we were by the sea.
Thankfully it was a wee bit warmer than the blustery, chilly ridgetop of Pitchingga. Just :-) Good thing there was plenty of sun.
I’d baked before we left home in the morning – lovely fresh bread rolls – still with the tiniest hint of warmth. My family are very pleased that my bread – after years and years of dodgy bread – is finally getting to be so yummy that we eat much to much of it. Abby boiled, peeled and mashed our chooks’ eggs with plenty of butter. Julian packed the left overs of Friday night’s pizza. And beautifully juicy autumn pears. Yum!
After we’d filled our tummies … the girls stretched out on the picnic quilt and watched the clouds – finding all manner of characters dancing across the sky.
Julian read. And I knitted my alpaca socks … very apt … very apt indeed :-)
I was made for picnics in the countryside … by the sea … the last weekend’s sustain me ’til Wednesday. Then I find myself dreaming and planning of running away from the city again … our basket packed full, quilts and pillows piled in the boot, destination chosen, preferably with a nice long drive to get there … oh yes, I do love picnics.