We are at Murchison. We've had the most wonderful afternoon and evening with my dear friends the Clarkes. The kids and I are sleeping in Marg's renovated and restored Tram. Yes. It's an actual Tram!
Yes, it feels dislocating to not wander down last thing at night to say goodnight to the horse I grew to love so much. There's a horse with a great name currently living in "Her" paddock... His name? Halfblood Prince.. Fantastic!!! We of course love Harry Potter. My sister also thought it was cool, when she phoned to check up on me, thinking we were arriving today, and wondering why she hadn't gotten my usual 'we're on the road, dang it, we're later than we hoped', or the 'just finished a stop, took longer than hoped, on our way again' kind of messages. The Clarkes of course called Black Caviar "Princess", so it's sort of cool that a horse called Halfblood Prince is currently in her paddock.
We've had a genuinely lovely night. They are wonderful people. Again I reflect on the wonder that was Black Caviar, of the difference she made to our lives, and to the wonderful people who I've met because of her.