I solemnly swear I will replace the ropes on my hammock every year rather than storing them and letting them wear through at a critical moment.
Owie, owie, owie, my back!
Despite that, last night’s Wild Marmalade meets Skin meets Ben Walsh from the Bird gig at nearby Coorabell Hall was mind-blowingly awesome and a fitting almost-end to the holiday adventures. Sy from Wild Marmalade is unbelievably good on the didge and sexy to boot.
In other news, probably the last year I spend in Byron. Way too commercial for me now. Mullum next year or just camping in a national park.