You know, I started this post on Wednesday, only to be struck by a hideous bout of gastro which indeed witnessed every part of my being coming all the way up. It was awful. But I am now well and in one piece, and ready to start telling you about our adventures in Byron Bay! Yay!
Every year at around this time, my beloved and I head off on a road trip. I like to pack the essentials, to assist in ensuring my beloved doesn’t fall asleep while driving:
Eight hours (give or take) after we left, we finally arrived at the home of my beloved’s sister. I love it there. The dirt is red and the dog showers me with hero worship. Here’s a photo of both red dirt and Abbie:
The other thing that greeted us when we arrived was the campfire to end all campfires. It was set up in a barrel that my beloved’s nephew had turned into a piece of art. Actually, if you want to find out more about his barrels of arty goodness, let me know and I’ll make sure he gets in touch. The barrels themselves are re-used drums, which he then cuts original artwork into. When you light a fire in the barrel, you wind up with some dancing, moving, warm fire art. It’s awesome. Here’s the one he made for my beloved:
One last stop before we hit the Byron Bay Writers Festival: Further north a couple of hours, and to the home of more family – including three munchkins who are among the most awesome kidlets you could ever hope to meet. I made them beanies and the little one asked if she could call me aunty. Heart = stolen.
By this stage, we’d gotten all the way up. All the way up as far as our trip was going to take us. From here, we would start the journey back down, via the Writers Festival, the impending birth of a new family member, sightings of my beloved in the 80s and an unexpected stopover in Macksville.
Stay tuned for the next installment!
Do you do road trips? What are your essential items for surviving such madness?