Traveling West.

Time passes.

Kilometers are driven.

Paths are walked.

Waterfalls and creeks and rock pools are discovered and leaped into and cooled off in and enjoyed.

We are getting braver.

One of us wants to be a climber when she grows up. Some of us have learnt to jump without testing the water. All of us love the feeling of the waterfall pounding the back of your neck.

I have lost track of time.

I cannot tell you how long we have been on the road, what day it is or what time it is back home.

I do not miss home. I do miss some of my special people sometimes.

For some reason bad news from home devastates me while good news seems dreamy and far away.

Mostly we eat cereal and sandwiches and barbecues. Apples and carrots and Vegemite crackers for snacks.

We have been bitten by one million bitey things. I was stung by a bee on the bum in the NT/WA quarantine station.

We love our Frankie Blue caravan. She really feels like home. I love the mixy-matchy sheets we cover up with at night. I am so pleased I made the effort to sew them up before we left.

We wear skirts and shorts and singlets and thongs and hats.

It is hot aired and bright blue skied every day.

We cannot imagine the cold, wintry, wet Daylesford days.

The girls are up and down and around and around. We have sticker charts for good behaviour on the caravan fridge and rewards are coming. They are happiest when we are busy and doing and learning, so we try to be. I think farmer Bren sometimes questions the wisdom of traveling half way around Australia with four girls.

Decisions are made. Sometimes changed, sometimes kept.

We have time.

We are heading West.

xx

ps. We are on The Design Files today. Yippee!!