And the bittersweet ache of remembering my brother-in-law's passion for Neil's music and therefore the pain of missing him (Brett passed away from leukaemia years ago) was ever present. But I am so grateful he was part if my life and he taught me such valuable skills as how to surf, how to play the guitar and how to appreciate great music.
And now I get to pass all this into my own children....
We cooked pizza in the woodfired pizza oven (skilfully managed by Flex), lazed by the pool, played lots of music and generally enjoyed the delicious experience of taking the time to slow down...and on the way home, extended the relaxation by having a picnic by the 'Wobbly Creek', where we played in quicksand (!), watched a leech swimming and had a boat race.
Aaaaaaaaahhhhh....