(Because life recorded in retrospect has gotta be better than life not recorded at all?)
This is another glorious day out at Whroo (8/4/07). The turnout was quite impressive, meaning you couldn't talk to people on the opposite side of the fire from you cos they were too far away....
(What child is that?)
(Kids will be kids- and everyone else closes their eyes)
(Pete won't say no to a sausage)
Mmmm, homemade apricot pie...
I felt like making that rhyme like you hoo fun at whroo or something (I think I'm tired).
Remains of old house, complete with fruit and peppercorn trees...
On our nice long weekend, pete and i decided to go to have a picnic at Whroo. We packed up the car and off we went. This time we went to all the places that we never bother going cos there's not a whole lot to see and they never change. But pete hadn't seen most of them, and i hadn't most of them since i was a kid, so we acted like tourists.
Then i had a wander over the hills and far away trying to find the remains of grandma's house again. I wonder if we'll ever figure out where it was.
