Usually when we have visitors here at ‘Carlton’ we try and take them down the coast to Robe, or to the world heritage caves at Naracoorte, explore some local wineries, do the tourist thing. But this past weekend the visitors were of a different calibre – with these guys there’s no need for entertainment, other than the obligatory farm tour, picking some jonquils on the way, a fire by the wetlands, a cider with cheese, checking out the shearing shed. With these guys it’s easy and slow, comfortable and familiar.
Home again we put the lamb roast on and played some trivial pursuit in front of the fire while the husbands fell asleep on the couch. Happens every time.