It’s Over, But Not Ended

Last night was an early departure for me from the pub, back to my room at 8pm. The nice guys were in the bar and I shook their hands. It’s difficult to tell but I think I’ve brought a bit of a diversion from normal life for the lads. We’ve had a nice time together.

The view from my room showed that God continues to put gold into Moonambel.

This morning I packed and was away by 10.30. It’s been a good home and the boys, and particularly Stewart, have been good company. They’ve all got their issues, but their decency shines more than their dependencies and difficulties. Solid folk. Goodbye Stewart. Like my girls, a second generation Sheffielder.

Back to Melbourne.

And a few seafood meals before departure.

Thanks for reading this.

I’ll blog again, but later this year. There’s a remote area in the French Alps that me and my nephew Daniel might explore in September. Should we be spared.

Night night.