I’ve gone on a little holiday for a few weeks.
Just a quick trip back to the homeland to visit friends and family. And eat meat pies.
As many meat pies as I can stuff into my belly.
All my family have been very pleased at the oh-so-Australian name of my horse.
The Murray is our largest and longest river, an important ecological region, and also a great name for goofy kids.
I even found this shockingly realistic artists rendition of him in a wine tasting room.
The long flights have left me with plenty of rumination time. And, of course, lots of daydreams about riding my horse and snuggling the Jellybabby. Thanks to a cheap and generous data plan though, I should easily be able to stay caught up on here. If I can find time between all the meat pies.
Zen and the Art of Baby Horse Management 