Take a deep breath

One last sunrise over Moffat Beach for the summer, and really there was nothing left to do, just bung a few things in a bag, run over the pace with a mop, and pop down to the big smoke to mind the littlies for the night.

How on earth could those simple tasks have taken more than twelve hours of non stop, if not frenetic activity?

Twelve hours to pack two bags and sweep, and write last minute notes, and clean the car, sort out the battery charger, get the tools away, perhaps wash just a few more things, and see the neighbours and........

Will we ever learn?