Day 57 – Clare Valley, weapon of choice…
I woke. My head was buried in the soft goose feather pillows, creating a perfect mould of my forehead. I opened my eyes slightly, trying to adjust to the bright […]
I woke. My head was buried in the soft goose feather pillows, creating a perfect mould of my forehead. I opened my eyes slightly, trying to adjust to the bright […]
Last night was freezing, the sun was out until around 830 and it didn’t get dark until 10pm, but the wind was so cold it was actually quite funny. I […]