First Night, First Sunrise

Our first meal in the bomb site was french onion rissoles from the local butcher (I called in there yesterday morning). We had them with egg and fried carrot. We also shared a bottle of Moscato to celebrate the move and the new phase in our lives.

Sunrise on our first morning was a little cloudy; the wind was up. I got up at 5 and tried to make a little sense of the kitchen. Later, Gibbo took off on the bike to check 3 little wagyu calves that were in the wrong paddock. How nice to be able to do that before heading off to work.