Day 1

Sunday May 10th.

Dom called in to wish me happy Mothers's Day, just after we returned home
following the first "incident." (He had just had his head shaved for
charity.) He gave me a lovely Darryl Lee bag of all sorts of chocolates
and other lollies. How handy that was during the next few days!!!!

He was in time to see the damage done to the caravan 5
minutes after we set out from home the first time!

As we turned out of our driveway, Steve asked, "Have you got your stick?"
I was noncommital, as I had seen him with it. He turned into
a clear paddock, less than ½ mile from home, to go back for the stick.
As he made the turn, there was a sickening crunch. The van had
hit the tool box at the front of the truck.
The air turned blue!
(I hummed a little tune inside my head!) We then spent quite a long time
unloading the tools into various crates and boxes, (which then obstructed
our movements inside the van for the rest of the trip.)
It was so disappointing. A simple miscalculation.
We decided to stay at home for the night and leave the next day.
Oh, by the way, Steve had himself put the stick into a holder on the Gopher, so it was with us all the time!