We headed from Yamba back to Melbourne, stopping halfway at my sister Gays in Pitt Town. The car seemed to have less in it that when we drove up 9 months earlier. This would be the last long trip in my car that I was quite fond of. It had to go because storing it was just not viable. It is only a car but oh such a nice one!

It was a busy week in the countdown to flying out, we had colonised part of my daughter’s house with our assorted bags and I had put off repacking because it was all too hard.

A farewell lunch had been organized and the grandaughters duly wore their printed t-shirts, which did look incredibly cute! They might visit us next year when they feel we will be more experienced sailors!