Homeward bound

A visit to the National Portrait Gallery, another cup of coffee with my (much older) brother James, then north up the Hume Highway for a night in Sydney before returning to the tranquility of the mountains.
The old Benz ticked over 200,000 kms yesterday having never missed a beat except for a clogged Diesel Particulate Filter last year. I’d never heard of a DPF and at the time it caused me to speak unkindly of German engineering.
A quick visit to the twins - Ella is in the extra showing off her new hair clips.