Not something you do every day.
I have been here for four days now, so am beginning to feel very far away indeed.
When I wake up in the morning I watch as the light in the sky turns the gum trees behind the house from silhouettes to beautiful saturated greens, greys and browns.
I take my morning walk up the track and watch lyre birds chasing each other in and out of the bush.
Life is very simple here, I take a great silver bowl and a knife from the kitchen, go into the veggie garden and cut what is needed for the day; bright red tomatoes, golden zucchini, tight heads of broccoli and cook them still warm from the sun.
I meet remarkable people, living at the margins, with fascinating passions whether it be preserving heritage fruit varieties to restoring a small part of a lost biodiversity. I learn, dig, harvest, cook for friends and watch the birds.
There has been knitting, but not as much as I imagined when I packed my bag! Progress has been made on my Noro sock.
More later, until then, I have wild things to watch...