The final day I just spend quietly knitting, napping and wandering the paddocks by myself.
Every time I visit Essdaile the landscape looks different, this trip it was dry and baron.
This was mainly due to the fact that we are still in a drought, not helped by the left over canola being burned off ready for the next seasons crop.
As soon as I leave I miss this place.
Hopefully next time Grace will join me and we will drink tea infront of an open fire and it will be splendid.