Sunday I took off from home about nine thirty in the morning. I couldn't get out of there quick enough leaving the girls to a hungover Brett!
I was on my way to the holiday house half an hour away, to clean, as guests were leaving that morning. I had some time to kill as I didn't want to get there too early. They messaged me just before 10 (as I was chatting with the bull) to say they had left and that they'd had a great time, which was lovely. Most of the region was booked out for Generations in Jazz weekend in Mt Gambier.
My camera came along with me, of course. I turned off at Tantanoola, along the Wind farm tourist drive. So many great views to stop and appreciate.
Joining Claire for her Wordless or not so wordless Wednesday