I took my laptop to Orange this last weekend thinking that around the celebrations for my nosher’s birthday I’d have plenty of options to write. Sadly I couldn’t connect my laptop to the network or even get my phone onto 3G.
On the coach now driving through mist and light rain to connect to a train to Sydney. This is the first time I’ve got the coach to my mother’s place courtesy of a hoist on the side that is very neatly concealed under the bus and two missing seats.
There is something very romantic about the fading light the rolling green hills and the stillness.
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