Dorrigo ... the town where I was born ... is approximately 460 kms up the road.
I made the trip all on my lonesome .. for some reason the kids couldn't be persuaded to come with me ... something to do with it being a five and a half hour drive just to go to church ... and neither could Hubby.
I met my sister and her partner at the pub ... which is where we were staying ... and off we went to the funeral.
They had the flag at half mast for Auntie Nell.
There is one thing that can be said for Dorrigo ... it does Autumn well.
This morning I was up ... not quite as early ... for the drive all the way back home again.
Fast forward 5 hours and 20 minutes and I was there.
On my arrival I was greeted by;
- Master 13 requesting a cooked lunch.
- The cold shoulder from Buster ... who apparently lapsed into a depression when I didn't return last night ... and who is now punishing me for my crime.
- Master 15 ... who didn't even say "Hi" but immediately started using me as a footstool ...just his way of saying I missed you ... I'm sure.