My flatmate and BFF (you might remember her from such posts as Lost in a high place) is all loved up with a cotton farmer. So the day before New Year’s Eve, we got in the car and made the seven hour drive north west from Sydney to his farm.
And had to abandon ship.
Naturally, we took some time out to rescue the car.
And some of us made pasta.
Before our farm tour.
And did I mention we made sangria? And missed the New Year’s countdown because we were watching Sex and the City?