Home again...

Home again home again trittity trot...to look for the porridge that is kept in the pot.

Over two thousand kilometres of driving dear beloved 'Frieda' who hummed along in her red volvo fashion. Ah we old girls are wonderful when it comes to reliability and being cheap sheilas!!

She did good.

Went to Sydney...saw daughter number one.

Drove south to the land where my ancestors landed in the late 1700's..ie the white side.

Meandered around my mother's home town. Found her dad's old house.

Trotted off west to the land of my forbears...the cheese-makers.

Landed on the Estate where my aboriginal ancestor worked as a servant in the late 1800's. Found his grave and that of his wife, and two sons.

Dropped in further south on the aged aunt. 90 and still sharp even though she has macular degeneration.

Crossed the border into Victoria and stayed on the banks of the Snowy River.

Sped along the bottom of Australia to Melbourne and stayed with Daughter number two.

Meandered up directly north to the border twin towns of Aubry-Wadonga and landed on my brother's door step in our nations capital of Canberra.

Back to Sydney to visit the city centre and remind myself what a beautiful city it is...wouldn't want to live there but stunningly wonderful to visit. ( BTW Georgie porgie never got to see the beauty out of pure fear...dickhead!!!)

Meandered back to the northern clime and to a heat wave after 12 days of cool, wind-swept southern weather.

Will post pictures when time and energy rise.

I am sick. But I care not....

Love love love travel...especially driving.

I am a driver. First automatic car, old Frieda so am very grateful especially in city driving.

I am getting old Father Williams....

Until later...hoo-roo.