SUNDAY / 36

IMG_2658.JPGWaking up at my folks house in Stirling on Sunday morning was lovely. It's always lovely. The guest room gets the most glorious morning light, filtered through hydrangeas. My mother put the kettle on for me at 7 because she was up and my father was up so we should all be up. Coffee and a banana for the road because my dad and I were going for a walk - a Hills walk is a proper walk, not to be taken lightly. We did a round trip of about 9 KMs in the end, a loop past the old railway, my old high school, a couple of rogue kangaroos, a lot of wattle, down through Aldgate and back up to Stirling and a few fields full of wandering dew (though I thought it was honeysuckle, to be honest). I took this picture near our old house, where I grew up. The  thing about the Hills in spring is you feel like you're in an English village - everything is so picturesque and mild and floral. Bulbs sprouting up on the side of the road and so many oak trees and beech trees and blackberry thickets. We had a late breakky with mum in Dulwich before I had to fly out. Eggs with smoked salmon and fresh juice and maybe it was the hollandaise sauce or the sun but the whole thing me left wondering all the way home why it is I don't live in Adelaide…

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