I could not feel less like a goddess as I shuffle around tourist destinations in South Australia. We’re all tired from Christmas celebrations and the holiday time blur—you know how all the days just merge?
But holidays are grand, don’t misunderstand. We’ve had a great few days in our holiday cottage; the last two particularly were busy with touristy things: Clare Valley wine region, grand old homes, ruins of two-hundred-year-old villages, miners cottages, police stations, stables and holding cells.
We leave tomorrow. Today is a day of nothingness. A bit of this and that; we’ve been into the township and now I’m about to do some more work on my manuscript.
How is everyone out there?