Where were we?
Ahh yes, we were about to leave for the Tip of Cape York, but that was months ago, and much has happened in the meantime. We were on a bit of a roll retelling the story as I recall, and had almost convinced everyone that the build diary was a recollection, not a live event, when suddenly the story stopped.
Much has happened in the interim.
Our Matriarch, mother to a few, grandmother to many and great grandmother to almost more than we can count, pulled up stumps five years short of her century. The lead up to this of course was a sad time, in a happy kind of way, sapping energy and the desire to communicate with any beyond a very small circle.
There were lockdowns too, with travel plans abandoned as borders remaining closed, and vaccinations had, machines built and gardens gardened.
As we speak the van is in a tenuous state of refinishing, the proper job having been delayed somewhat by the above events, but we have two weeks until we need it once again and we haven't documented the last trip yet.
There's always tomorrow.
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Very sorry to hear of that loss but you, as always, seem able to put it in a positive light. We are glad to hear that the trouble was not closer to home - argument of the van with a tree, washed down some flooded creek, stranded in a forest of stinging leaves - but perhaps I'm anticipating some of the events we are hoping you are going to relate. Yes, good to hear you are well.
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