We're staying with my parents on the farm for a couple of days, breathing the fresh air and drinking lots of home grown coffee.
I love this place.
Dad has bees. He got his first hive when he was 14. These hives are slightly newer (and I'm guessing the bees aren't as old as Dad!) …not that Dad's that old… just in case you're reading this post?!
Lilies grow wild in the paddocks, in the marshy bits near the windmill.
It's not just me who loves it here…