We are at Gundagai. The kids were given $10 each by my lovely cousin Simon, who we kept bumping into at Phillip Island, so we are in the gift shop at The Dog on the Tuckerbox.
The river at Gundagai is full still. Many of the rivers have been full actually. It's been v cold the whole way home. Dan puts his heart into it as he battles the strong head wind. We've broken the back of it now, but the kids are over it and I'm tired. Jessica has chosen a clever pen, a couple of crystals and a lantern pencil. And as usual poor Heath is agonizing over his choice and taking forever.