Look at what I found the other day on my wall.
The dragonfly stayed for a long time, so we got a good look at it.
Bridie Beagle here, and I’m not happy, Jan. My parents wouldn’t open the car window so I couldn’t stick my head out and sniff. Too hot they said. Pfft. Then they dousted me with water and called it an accident (the water container overturned while Dad was taking a corner) and I had a soggy bum for most of the trip. It’s really a hard life being a beagle.
We went exploring on the Central Coast the other day, taking the road from Somersby, through Kulnura and Bucketty, and into Yengo National Park. We drove along the remnants of the Old Great North Road, convict built in the 1820s and 30s, to a locality called Mogo Creek. The creek was a mere trickle where we picnicked, but there were some beautiful trees.