At Cape Paterson with Prue and Chris
I had a very pleasant three-day road trip to
Port Campbell with Caroline and James (our friends from England)
and Satoshi. James organised our accommodation. As we were
getting near, he told us that he chose the property because it
was claimed that there was a koala in the backyard! You can
imagine our response to that! As soon as we arrived, before even
entering the house, James went in search of the koala. Not
surprisingly, there was no koala to be seen!
James, Caroline and Satoshi at Teddy's
Lookout, Lorne
Erskine Falls, Lorne
James and Caroline with alpacas.
Port
Campbell National Park
When we arrived back at our accommodation for
the second night, James again went in search of the koala.
Surprise, surprise...
this time, there WAS a koala in the backyard!!
We couldn't believe it!
It was quite misty at The Otway Fly.
On January 14th, I was greatly privileged to be present at Emily
Roe's baptism. It was a wonderful and moving experience to
witness this young lady make her commitment to God in front of
many family members and friends. She was baptised by her father,
Linton, in the Barwon River.
On January 25th, Satoshi and I hosted a games afternoon for the
members of the St John's Choir. The event was well attended and
everyone enjoyed playing a variety of games and sharing pizza
for dinner.
In early February, Satoshi and I took Caroline and James to
Philip Island. During the afternoon, we visited the
Philip Island Wildlife Park.
A goanna
In the evening, we went to the Penguin Parade. Although it was
drizzly and quite cool, we all enjoyed watching the little
penguins make their way up the beach to their burrows.
It was sad to say goodbye to James and Caroline when the time
came for them to leave Australia. Satoshi and I got on really
well with them and, although we have known them for less than a
year, a strong friendship was forged between us.
At the beginning of February, the time came for the newest
member of the family, Fudge, to be spayed. This operation, as
all do, carried a certain amount of risk so I was grateful that
she made it through the surgery. When we went to collect Fudge
from the vet, she had a plastic cone on her head to prevent her
from licking the wound. The vet told us, quite cheerfully, that
she should be kept quiet for the next 10 days. The only problem
with this was that he seemed to have forgotten to instruct Fudge
about this. Within seconds of getting home, she had removed the
cone and was scurrying around the house as is her wont. It was a
constant battle of wills. Once, she managed to get the cone off
long enough for her to remove the bandage from her wound,
necessitating a further visit to the vet. Fudge had had enough
of this cone so, the next time she removed it, she cunningly hid
it so well that neither Satoshi nor I could find it! It was a
great relief when the period of recovery was over! Butterscotch
is seven years older than Fudge and is, therefore, not always
particularly eager to entertain Fudge's playful advances. In the
main, though, they have become good friends and clearly keep
each other company.
Fudge prefers to sleep between my legs
rather than on my lap. She also likes to sleep on my chest!