baby, what's in that satchel?

sundays should be spent basking on the lawn at a cheese festival listening to a salsa band, consuming cheese platters, antipasto platters, beer-battered calamari, freshly-shucked oysters, yoghurt, lillypilly juice, wine, dippin' dots ice cream (for nostalgic purposes) and slushies (because you can't go to a festival without consuming a slushie).

mmm ...

dear sondha, sheep and cally,
this was the bestest weekend i've had in aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaages.

much love and many hugs,
s. bunnny