Next door

Next door to the bach we've stayed in is an interesting array of junk/treasures.

Every now and then I entertain the idea of owning a flat deck ute. One like this (that goes) would be classic. I'm taken with the caravan too. I recognise it as an Oxford from the 70s. Dad didn't like Oxford caravans because neither the front or back windows opened. Only the side ones did so they were hot in summer.

Anyway, sensible hpx invades my thoughts and I end up deciding a flat deck ute isn't practical. Maybe it's time to give sensible and practical a rest ;-)

We fished early morning until late morning. Again it was calm and the water clear, a combination that makes fishing hard and conditions pleasant.

Despite my bugs I'm glad I went. It's been sunny, warm and little or no wind.

Today's gratitude: For big landscapes where I could think about Dad, my uncle, and Mum. I'm sad but at peace