This is, yes, a day late! The trip to Sydney (the back way) leads you through a bit of deliverance country where teeth are more rare than .... badly dressed mannequins. One such particularly enchanting beauty has stood on this verandah for many years in the tiny village of Kearsley. Someone lovingly dresses her according to the relevant time of year. Clearly she hasn't dressed since New Year. Rona and I delight in squealing with laughter on a road trip as we wait, full of anticipation, to see how her eccentric owner has dressed her this time. As much trouble as it must be, I thank the nut bag for their trouble, she always makes me smile.
