I am guessing an Italian car? the name was Figaro on the back.
So, I walked into this cute little shop called Rustic, looking for a long sleeved white shirt as the sun was becoming too much. Mel did not have one in stock and in 15 minutes had invited me to her and Rob’s Place to stay over night. The kindness and generosity I am encountering is overwhelming! I cooked them a passable meal with herbs and lemon from the garden, and the next day got a lift with Rob and Mel’s daughter, Sophie, to Hobart. I had heard there were no shoulders on the road to Hobart (there were shoulders but they were not the same material as the road). They were going to the
Wooden Boat Festival, which I took in with them, and then I got dropped off at Mel’s ex-husband’s house to stay the night.
Mel’s cottage, my room for the night.
Mel and her nutty goat