Hello from beautiful Broome, Western Australia.
It's a gorgeous Saturday morning here. Perfectly sunny, blue skied and warm.
Miss Pepper is playing with friends in the caravan next door, Miss Jazzy is at the play ground, Miss Indi is sitting here with me writing a story and farmer Bren has pulled apart one of our walkie talkies and is slowly putting it back together again.
And me? I'm right here. I'm happy. The laundry is all done and hanging on the line, the caravan took us all of about 20 minutes to clean and I am sitting here wanting to capture this moment for some later date when I am struggling and cannot remember how it feels to be still and calm and happy in the moment.
Yesterday I sent Miss Jazzy to her friend Grace's caravan to borrow a book from her Mum. This is the book she came back with. So far on page 162, so good.
I am also reading my Mum's blog and hoping that one of you, or someone you know, will be interested in buying their farm so that they can move across the road from us.
I am drinking my morning coffee. Slowly. It has a love heart on the top. I know I should drink some water too, I'll get to that.
I am eating salads and fruit mostly. It is too hot to eat much else.
I am constantly frustrated by the limited supply of fresh fruit and veg on the road. Supermarket shopping for stuff we usually pull out of the ground or collect is less than ideal. Hopefully as we travel south this will change.
I am listening to Miss Indi read the story she just wrote to her Dad. I love that she has started writing long, creative stories again. I am wondering a lot about school and creativity and how to keep them both alive at once.
I am wearing a black dress over my bathers. Broome is all hot days and cool nights. Perfect.
I am writing a lot in my journal and a magazine article about our road trip.
There is a gang of kids who ride their bikes around this caravan park and keep in walkie talkie contact with their parents on channel two.
I am planning a visit to a caravan up the row to teach a woman how to join her crocheted granny squares together.
I am loving the bikes, the Independence, the walkie talkie talk, the friendships and the freedom. Living on a farm, this is the type of stuff our kids miss out on.
I am thinking a lot about home today. About how to bring this feeling home with us. How to minimise our stuff, slow down, live in the moment, entertain friends more, drive less, stress less.
I hope your weekend is wonderful.
We are off now to visit a mango farm for lunch and then home for siesta.
See ya. x