With one last chance to see some nieces for the next few months it was over to my sister’s for lunch, a barbecue and a stepping stone on the way back home. Drove along the back-road from Bungendore to Collector, mum warned us that the sign on one of the turnoffs was hard to spot — sure enough, I drove straight past then turned around in a well-worn gravel patch — we were not first! Too far from Lake George to see anything, just a narrow country road through the bush, degenerating into a mass of pot-holes in places.

As usual, Kathy had her hands full of twins. She’s loving it, as is Cec. It’s definitely keeping them both busy! They still manage to get away to shows and show-jumping, I’ve no idea how it all fits together. Makes me feel very disorganised. A few more photos of them all — I finally managed to finish the APS film that’s been in the camera since November 2001 — and all too soon it was time to leave.

It’ll be fascinating to see what’s on that film, once I bought the digital camera I just didn’t use the Elph much anymore. Too expensive in processing, even if it is a little bit smaller.

Driving, driving, driving… back in the car at three, off up the Federal highway nearly to Goulburn, turn left, drive for seven hours, get back home to Melbourne. Somewhere along the way Jo’s car seems to have started spraying oil out under the engine, no warning lights came on, neither of us noticed, but as soon as we got to the city and slowed down we could smell it burning on the exhaust. Too tired to do anything, too dark in the garage and complicated under the car anyway.