I had planned to leave and head north on Sunday July 1st. We had enjoyed a round of farewell lunches and dinners with friends. Matilda was serviced, packed and ready to go. House cleaned and garden mulched,pruned and tidied up.
Then the bombshell struck….
Oh dear, a nasty letter from the tax man arrived on Friday. Had to make an appointment, fortunately they could fit us in on Monday to sort it out. The letter had no name on it, and we could not work it out. All we knew was that we couldn’t possibly owe that much tax. Well what a relief, when she checked the ABN number it was not our form and had been sent to us by mistake. Whew….
Then on Monday the next problem. I had a filling drop out and a cracked tooth. More “oh dears…” Could not get an appointment till tomorrow, Wednesday. So it looks like we leave Thursday.
The days on the Coast are brilliant, our perfect winter weather, clear and crisp. But last night put another blanket on the bed. definitely time to go and join the “Grey Nomad” treck north…
Where am I going? I don’t quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the woods where the blue-bells grow–
Anywhere,anywhere. I don’t know
A.A. Milne, “Spring Morning”