Lyndon Station {Visiting}

Even though it was inland and certainly warmer, Lyndon was a time to stay in the amazing little cottage that Cath has put so much work and love into.  A place to escape the heat, to allow the kids some entertainment {in the form of four other children} and a place to just be.

We moved the day before my birthday and to be honest didn’t make a big deal of my 35^th birthday.  It was hard, surreal, different and a whole array of other words come to mind when you are celebrating a day you arrived into your mother arms, knowing that she is no longer here.  It was a hard ‘first’ and as much as a birthday is always nice, I expect it will continue to be an odd sort of day knowing that she is no longer here.

 

The next week was a blur, to be totally honest.  I remember saying goodbye to October and dreading the arrival of November.  But it arrived, the 3^rd saw tears, quiet moments and memories.  I survived it, made it to the 4^th and kept on going. I still miss Mum, eveyday and those moments I think 'I should just call and ask' are hard.  Sometimes it takes a moment to realise that I can't do that anymore. If I am honest though, I think of her daily, which is more than before and enough to keep me going.

Justin’s two weeks on the mining camp had now become 4 and we drew a line in the sand that he would be finished by the 12^th!  This gave us time to relax a little before our next ‘house move’, a chance for the kids to enjoy playing in the newly painted pool while it filled, a chance to make a little art and a chance to cook dinner for the Lyndon family to say thanks for letting us take over the cottage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lyndon Station {Working}

Where do I start with this visit?

Alright so as usual Justin worked hard, repairing a verandah, patching 100 year old walls, adding amazing benches to the cottage and too many other things to list.

  

 We had a very full on few weeks, between school and play the time flew by.

There was painting and dodge ball, motorbike and horse riding, full moons and chickens. 

Kaleb and Kyla enjoyed being invited to the SoTA camp {at Wooramel}.  It was great to see them join in the activities with all of the children that they know at the school, along with all of those that they don’t.  It was a real learning experience, for both of them in many ways.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The biggest thing to happen this trip however would have to be cutting off my dreadlocks.  From long hot and heavy locks to short hair is a real change that I see lasting for a fair while.