Here I am, about to turn 35, sitting in the most beautiful place, listening to gorgeous music, drinking red wine, eating chocolate truffles. I spent the day tromping up Cradle Mountain around Dove Lake and then had a three-course meal served by a French-canadian named Benoà®t, entrée of garlic prawns, main of seafood mornay and Tasmanian salmon fillet, dessert of summer berry pudding… then Kilkenny cream in the spa and star-gazing… intense stars under a moonless night, far from anywhere near West Kentish on the north-western coast of Tasmania.
I think I’ll go and have a milk spa as my birthday comes in, a different spa… a bath spa… as opposed to the party spa we were all in earlier. About the only thing that would make this better would be Matt being here (and I have the most glorious gift from him to carry with me, a bracelet of garnet so gorgeous, so me, given with such care and thought…) and Christina being here…
But I have friends here. One of my best friends is here, Jack, and his boyfriend Brian… and one of my oldest friends from high school Naomi…
I wish I’d brought my book… it’s about the only drawback really…