Whenever we drive along a track and see a log jutting out, Mr B declares that ‘someone’ should cut that. Today, after packing up our gear and hitting the road, we came across a fallen tree. That ‘someone’ was Mr B. He cut and I helped move it out of the way.
We did some enjoyable driving this morning, lots of steep sections and rough bits.
Then we headed to Wangaratta for mass, via Bright, where we rented a cabin for the night.
We showered and changed before Mass, but it was so hot that we were sweaty again by the time we got there.
A nice meal out with a glass of icy cold Pinot Grigio and then to sleep.