Today I had a little cry. It's been that time on our road trip. When things really got abit too much. We headed inland towards the Hume Highway for the descent and I wanted to stop for a little lookie in Berrima for abit of 'me' time.
I love country towns, they remind me of home. The old stone, the weathered wood, the ghosts of history, the established hedges, the great mature trees, the personalities and communities but my favourite of all is the smell of fields in the air when you step outside in the evening.
I dreamt of what it would be like to live here.
Of serving tea and cakes on mismatched fine English china here.
And Baby Boudoir being in here.
I really am a country girl at heart. I need to see green. Blue all the time isn't for me. And then I had a little cry when I discovered this.
But I must tell you all about it properly next time. Until then.