we packed a picnic and drove.
without a plan. without a destination.
out past where we would usually go.
he found good coffee in quiet quiet book stores.
i found that if you mix soy milk with chocolate it doesn't taste too bad.
we uncovered treasure at overcrowded op shops.
we sat by the dam and drank lukewarm mediocre coffee from the thermos.
but not for too long because of the wind.
we walked for a bit.
in newly thrifted knitted beanies.
on the way home we stopped for roadside fruit and vegies.
and spoke about moving to the country.