Morning tea in the Blue Mountains today. At a rambling weatherboard house, we sat on the sunny balcony surrounded by shady trees and rickety fences. We ate Tasmanian jam and Hominy sourdough with lashings of Pepe Saya butter. We drank coffee and hot chocolate and lots of cups of tea.
Then we walked through the magic gardens with magpies and chickens and then we picked lemons. We tasted snow peas and admired stone walls and got lost in a wild and secret garden that went on forever.