Leaving sovereign hill we walked to 2 bus stops and found they had no sunday service. Then a forty minute wait. 2 buses, one train, one bus, one train and our next host john was picking us up in his big white truck, 4 hours later. He had been pulling up thistles all morning in his six acre back yard and had come mid way through. It smelled like it too but he owned it! I was glad as it disguised my own stinky pits. (A shirt washed in hand soap the night before was by this time struggling).
any chance to tidy up hair before meeting new people. About one stroke per ten seconds.
so we are now in the country side and will explore soon i am sure
xxx
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