Anzac Day…

…was cold, wet and windy. We were meant to attend the service at Pinjarra, an hour south of Perth and then retreat to our friends’ farm for lunch. However, the Driver has a lurgie. We were planning to stay home. Then I heard that the crowd of 15 was down to 6 if we didn’t go. My friend Jen and I left our blokes at home and hitched a ride with a couple who were not unwell. A lovely lunch was devoured (we all take stuff) and then went in search of the new calves. Not to be as it bucketed down and the mission was aborted. Shame. (See extra)