the last leg

And so after three months travelling we got in our car (stuffed to the roof with bags and bags of stuff) and drove the last five hours of our trip. The drive was pretty uneventful. We stopped at Mittagong for pies and Jack insisted on nursing his new tonka digger (thanks Uncle Craig) pretty much the whole way home.
Lucky (looking clean and fluffy) seemed pleased to see us which was a surprise. Knowing that he had been lavished with attention by Belinda while we were away, we thought he might tell us to bugger off. The house was lovely and clean and the fridge contained not only a veggie lasagna (thanks Diane) but also a yummy quiche (thanks Belinda).
After a chat with our excellent house lookerafterers and dogsitters, Alex and Belinda, and some dinner we went to bed and slept till 8.30 the next morning. There's just something about sleeping in your own bed.

The next day, Jack reacquainted himself with his room (and the fish), with his books,

the yard and of course Lucky dog.

It is cold here, but the days are mostly nice and probably about the same temp as London, Edinburgh or Dublin at the moment. And it means we get to us our gumboots.