Butterflies and bikers, ah the life!

It was the perfect summer’s Sunday yesterday. Searing sun, bright blue skies, shrieking cicadas and humidity that could choke a kookaburra. It was a day that deserved our full respects, so we headed out for a country drive and somewhere to have a late morning breakfast. Can I take a moment to officially pronounce the Northern Rivers of New South Wales as 'Best Place to Live' in the whole, entire world? Yes, I do love this country despite my occasional criticisms. You have these low concrete causeways over rocky streams, rolling green fields and shady waterholes with long rope swings, cattle that chew their cud and stare at you with circumspect gazes (what are they really thinking?), homestea

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