I've got this theory that 'home' is the place where you can stumble around in the dark after 2 or 3 beers and not stub your toe on the edge of the bed or the bedside table. That's my definition of home anyway. Now that I've been here for more than 3 months this canvas tent is home. It's comfortable and simple. And simple is good.
The yellow wattles have started flowering above the tent this week. In the afternoon when there's a breeze blowing through the lodge the air if filled with these golden flowers falling from the trees. These are the little things that make me happy.