A weekend home in Adelaide. It always pulls at my heart strings. We had a family lunch in the Hills, prawns and potato bake and salad and a couple of bottles of Croser. In the afternoon I picked up my friend for a drink at the Wheaty before dinner. I love my friends' homes, love seeing the details of their lives lived out in the way they leave their home. The pictures on the walls, the books, the bags on the back of doors and the bowls of jewellery by the sink in the bathroom, a coffee mug left on the counter. It is always special to me.
The Wheaty was packed to the rafters and sunny, and I saw some favourite people, a few smiles in particular that make me very happy.