The van travelled beautifully with only a few repairs for the fixit man here in Bundy to repair. One is the back bumper (plastic of course). Ian was turning around and backed into a small shrub, nothing wrong there, but it was hiding a koppers log, we now have a broken corner on the bumper bar and a broken reflector. The foot on one of the back legs was broken too when we went cross country, turning around to find Johannas Beach camping ground in Vic - we found it. Now that's one rugged beach.
As soon as I start transferring photos I will put them up here. I had hoped to keep you all up to date as we travelled, but it didn't work out that way at all. Internet cafes are hard to find unless you know the town, the best place I found was libraries and they were free. By the time we get going again, I will have it all working properly.
Here is a photo of "Margies Roses" that I was lucky enough to finish before we left home and she was absolutely flabbergasted when I gave it to her in Woolongong.
I wasn't able to finish any sewing as I travelled. I was going great guns on my ½" hexagons until I ran out of papers in Stratford Vic and didn't have the forethought to write down the website I downloaded them from. You wouldn't think that it would create such a problem, a ½" hexagon is a ½" hexagon. Not so. I downloaded the papers cut them out, made up the flowers and when it came to joining them to the rest I found they were 2mm smaller. So I put that exercise into the 'too hard' basket until I returned home and continued crocheting. I finished a chevron quilt for my bed, a quilt in manly colours for ian's bed [a 6row granny square x 100] and almost finished a quilt for skyelah (DGD) in purple, pink and turquiose [a 7row granny square x 108]. The quilt is now waiting to be pressed and wrapped for her 8th birthday on monday.
As I get back into the swing of things and I can assure that I will be doing it slowly. I will show you some of the sights that we were privileged to see, like wild sealions suckling their young, a picture postcard of the 12 apostles as we flew over them, the gloucester tree and the giant tree tip walk that someone who will remain nameless nearly froze with fright on.
But it sure it good to be home again.

