Reality: We had just driven about a few hundred metres from our driveway when Alexander started and persisted with the "Are we there yet?", "Holiday house?", "I can't see it?", "Nearly there yet?" questions, making it what must be the longest 3.5 hours of Stuart's and my life. Luckily Alex was able to amuse and distract himself for parts of the journey looking at the trucks and diggers along the way, singing along to the Wiggles, so we managed to arrive sane, albeit a lot weary. It helped that our accommodation or "holiday house" as Alex calls it, looked like this:
|Trelawney Farm, Mudgee|
We were joined by two of our closest friends for the weekend. We visited numerous vineyards where Stu and our friends partook in wine tasting and spent too much money, while Alexander and I went on little adventures, exploring each vineyard's property; for example, meeting a dog which was taking a dip in the dam that had somehow been trained to catch stones in its mouth, meeting farm animals, getting up close and personal to a grater digger truck with wheels as big as me, and exploring a very productive vegetable garden against an amazing backdrop where we found the most enormous cauliflower I've ever seen in my entire life.
How was your weekend?