Domi­n­ique, Kat­rina and I left Sydney on another rainy day. The worst storm in 10 years had just hit the area and although we loved it in Sydney and at Benn’s place in Cronulla we all felt ready for a few days in the sun. We bought cheap sleep­ing bags, pil­lows, an air mat­tress and a pump for it, packed it all into Pump­kin and drove all the way up to For­ster, a tiny sleepy town about four hours north of Sydney. It might actu­ally be quite nice there dur­ing sum­mer, but in winter it is quite cold and there isn’t that much to do. Con­tinue read­ing →