I wrote this a few months back, after our last trip to our friends' farm. It will be a while between trips as they're off abroad for work for a few years. Good luck on your adventure Mel and Percy, we will miss you but we look forward to Curryfest. Much love xxx









Is there anything better when you’re a child than camping with friends in a paddock? And is there anything better as a parent than to watch your kids running in hectic circles with the children of your long-time friends, laughing, swapping intel back and forth in the funny conversations of 2, 6, 8, 10 and 13-year-olds, learning new skills like how to light a camp fire and fry sausages for elevenses, or how to cast a line in a dam?





Days at our friends’ farm are a joy to all of us. They are both an escape and a home coming, comforting and messy as a teenage slumber party; a relaxed sort of chaos. We bring our kids back to the city tired, with burry socks, matted hair and barely-brushed teeth but full to the brim with fresh…