Not long after we moved to the bush our son came over for a visit. He took his driving licence this year and has both driven on right and left hand side so we did not worry too much about that part. Sydney on the other hand can be a handful to drive in but he fixed it and came up to us in one day. We met up in Kempsey and the last part Mick went with him in the rental so he could point out the parts of the track where you have to be more careful. So on sons first trip he saw lots of cows, wallabies, dragons and goannas on the road.

Since he staid for ca three weeks he got to join in many of our activities.

Skinny dipping in the creek for instance. A real treat not many people can do today. In the 70 and 80:ies bathing naked anywhere was normal in Sweden but has fallen out of practice due to all the immigrants with odd religions.

Walking in the rainforest.

Filling the water tank, a chore that takes about an hour. 

Just hanging on the veranda (doing his work) in the warm weather, fighting the biting March flies, watching the wallabies jump by and meeting the cows. The cows at night can give you a scare. They look like aliens with their red eyes widely apart making you wonder what the hell that is!

The kookaburras insane laugh and out here they have a wide veriety of laughing. But then it is spring too.

Actually at one time the March Flies got to us so we hung up a mozzie net in the trees to be able to eat in peace.

Having a beer at the nearby pub (45 min away).

Filling the gas bottles at the General store.

Helping out picking the immediate garden clean from glass.

Chopping down trees and moving earth and composts.

Doing the laundry. Rubbing, rinsing, wringing and hanging. All by hand.

Looking at the possum and other odds and ends.

Finally the end came and it was time for him to drive down to The Big Smoke and fly home.

He said he like it out here. That warms our hearts.

We miss him and we call the guest room “sons room” at the moment.

How do we get daughter & family over now? Hmmm.