I’m currently in Australia (Loxton, to be precise) after making an emergency trip from the States for my Grandpa’s funeral. As far as funerals go, it was awesome. What was even more awesome is that we drank the club, where refreshments were served after the funeral, out of port. I contributed in no small way to that. Of course, my love of port comes from Grandpa himself and his influence on me when I grew up with him as a kid. Many frequent trips were made by him to the stash of flagons out by the shed, and every now and then I guess I’d try a sample of the Tawny as well (Tawnys made by Penfolds, Yalumba or Seppelts are a good start). Good times. (-:
I also have to renew my Visa on this trip, so I’m about to head to Melbourne to do that this week. If I haven’t seen you yet, I wasn’t able to catch up with you this trip, maybe next time.
I didn’t bring my camera kit this time around, but the good ol’ point-and-shoot was able to satisfy my shutter-bug needs. The two photos below were taken here in Loxton down by the Loxton Riverfront Caravan Park.
