I missed you on the phone today, Kate, so haven't had a chance to fill you in on the past couple of days. We spent last night and today in the north-east and Tom and Sophie loved catching up with their special family up there. This morning reminded me of school holidays in years gone by where our adventures were defined by the parameters of this farm and what we found on it.
The kids played for ages in the truck, going off for a 'drive', the four of them together taking turns at the wheel. The dust, leather seats, squeaks of a door needing rust - they all took me back to the simple times of years gone by - our years gone by, not even our parents' time. What a lot has changed since the 1970s and 1980s of our childhood?! Sometimes I think our beckonings can just be answered by a walk in the fresh air with the kids - or a drive in a stationary vehicle - to remember the joy in simplicity.
One of the biggest excitements for the kids - and the adults, for that matter - was seeing this European Wasps' nest that had been discovered in the creek wall. Its outer layers form what looks to be an intricate ceramic sculpture and its interior features complex, beehive-like structures. It was fascinating to think that this had been built underground - the only sign it existed due to the wasps hovering above its surface.
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