We have arrived in Vaughan Springs.
Where the hell is Vaughan Springs?
Well, to tell you the truth, I’m pleased you don’t know yet. That’s one of the wonderful things about this place. It’s a well-kept secret. Nobody’s heard of it. We hope you will come to know it though, when you come to visit us!
We’re in a little miners cottage called Tarilta. It belongs to Martin and Helen, friends of Karen & Pete. For the 4o years prior to that Peggy and Danny lived here. Danny was a circus magician and peggy his assistant. After that they ran a bakery together in Maryborough.
Lots of little surprises in the garden.
There is a composting toilet we have dubbed “Howard”. Hey, it’s a John, it’s full of shit and it puts you in an untenable position.
We got off to a bit of a bad start with Howard, but things are looking up. I have a feeling you’ll be hearing more about him.
We arrived late last night and everyone is having fun. We had a wonderful first day. Here Ethan and I are making coconut and orange chocolate chip biscuits.
Skylight with leaves.
Anne’s letterbox, across the street. Her son is a sculptor.
We will keep you posted with news from Tarilta. Gotta go now as I have some important work to do: Hide and Seek, building cubby houses and swordfights.
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Do you realise that one of your photographs is of honesty? If you gently rub either side of the coin-shaped seed pods between a finger and thumb you will remove a filmy piece from either side and then the seeds will come away and you will be left with delightful plant material which is useful as dried flower decoration for years. The children as ever are beautiful.
Yes – well no, but Fiona told me that. I love that shape. It’s so zen-like, or something.