With the tour over, dinner needs to be considered, a suitable venue found, and the evening repast devoured. We choose the local pub and settle in for some more than reasonable pub food.
Taking our time, not really wanting to put any pressure on the new mum, we rise and contemplate our navels a bit, then get a text from her saying everyone is up and happy and waiting for her great aunt to arrive. This throws us into a small panic as we are not, anything like ready. There are showers to be had, clothes to be determined, presents to find and wrap, food to re-bowl and packing the Cruiser.
The original plan was for a 9.30am brunch. At 10.00am we are just leaving the van park. Its warming up already, the gauge in the Cruiser is into the high twenties already. There is a debate about the best way to travel the, all of three kilometres, but I choose to stay away from the highways as much as possible and take a street that with traffic lights will take us straight across the main highway and to their street. Again, the GPS lets us down a little, as because of its age, it has not updated to the numbers in the street, because it is effectively a new development.
When we were here in January, Chris had just laid some new turf and we are eager to see how it is doing. Being a new development, there are only a smattering of houses, more than there were in January and each has a patch of grass, some well established and manicured, others well established and running wild, and others with just dirt. Chris’s grass is the most impressive in the street, manicured with a theodolite it would seem, hand cut by scissors by the look. To say it was immaculate would be an understatement.