Many of you may remember Bessie. She was my Dad’s dog. And when he passed, she became my dog. I had to put on her on a friend’s farm while I sorted my life out in Sydney. I wanted to take her …
Packing up the Farmhouse
I’m surrounded by boxes. As I look out over the laptop I can see work done and more work to do. That’s about the sum of it. It’s too hot to do anything now. It’s 50 degrees Celsius (120 Fahrenheit) …
