|This is the village... with a rotunda...|
|One of the streets|
|And this is our house. Still a bit bare looking...|
|This is our street, our house towards the end on the left|
I was wondering if I'd find the house too small after our last place. But no, it's just right and so easy to look after. It will look better once the garden grows; I look forward to the flowering of the grevilleas in our yard. I wake in the morning to the sound of the ravens and the parrots; dusk comes with the flocks of galahs crying their way to their roosts and the silent ibis vees cutting across the sky. I go to sleep with the sound of the Moaning Frog in the garden.