Sorry I’ve been so absent on the blog. It’s really taking quite some time getting back into the swing of things. I’m almost there and hopefully will get back to regular blogging soon.
Yesterday I joined Amy on her AG class excursion to Kiama. We met the class at the railway station and walked the blow hole. It was a very different experience to the last time we were here which some of you might remember. Today it was cool but we had a beautiful blue sky and just a little breeze.
The blowhole in action.
And the class releasing balloons to test wind speed/direction.
We then had recess – just like at school :-). Mine was even packed in my lunchbox.
I ate a muffin while enjoying the view.
Loved this sign…
We then caught a bus around to the little blow hole – which was in fact blowing bigger than the big blowhole.
And I decided I could quite happily live in one of these homes overlooking the blowhole. Mind you I probably wouldn’t like having lots of people walk past my house and interupting co my view :-).
Then the main part of the trip…for me at least… a dairy farm in Jamberoo.
The owner, Kerry Burke, showed us around and told us all about how they operate. I’m pleased to say I’m still happy to include milk as part of my lacto-ovo diet.
The milking stalls…
Some one week female meat calves waiting to be picked up by new owners. These lucky girls are going to be used for breeding.
and some dairy calves…
These girls are waiting to give birth…
And these girls were enjoying the lovely day…
We had lunch before leaving the farm. Hmm, I could get used to eating with a view – feels like I’m on holidays again :-).
It was a truly lovely Winters day.
And of course, no trip to Kiama is complete with an ice-cream.
When we got back home we went over to Nan & Pops to celebrate Pop’s birthday.
Then tonight we headed back out again for Christy to sing as part of the massed school choir. She was so excited and happy to have us all their to watch her.
She’s in the front row, forth from the left, for her school performance.
Unfortunately when the massed choir sung (half is seated on the floor) we couldn’t see her very well – being the little thing that she is.
She had a great night and we were very proud of her.