And I’m tired.
And because we still haven’t unpacked or done anything other than eat dinner, this is just going to be a quickie.
This afternoon, just a matter of hours ago, I was here:
This convict built bridge in Richmond (and no, this is not where I was having lunch yesterday. That’s somewhere else and possibly the topic of another post) is said to be the oldest bridge still in use in Australia. It’s one of my favourite places in Tasmania and, so far, I’ve taken D there twice. I don’t think I’ll be able to convince him to go back there again (because it’s only a bridge in an expensive tourist town).
Tomorrow, rather than looking at convict relics and rugged coasts, I will be picking the cat up from the boarding place, unpacking, doing the grocery shopping, catching up on all of the NaBloPoMo posts I have waiting for me, going to see Crowded House (Crowded House! Yes!) and maybe even sleeping.
I think I’d rather be on holiday.
Welcome home! I hope to hear and see more about your trip.
Oh, you will, you will. I have enough material to keep me going for the rest of the month, if I so desire. But I think that could get boring for everyone…