Since that round-the-dining-table conversation in which we decided we were serious about The Grand Tour – Union Homestead Style much has happened.
Some of it good; Some of it bad; Some of it just the stuff of life.
But despite it all, here we are: three sleeps away from stepping on the big, silver (well, black and white – yay, Air New Zealand!) bird and a whole, new chapter in the Union Homestead story.
This final Saturday Workday has been spent getting things ready for our wonderful house-sitters…
The Goat Paddock received a bit of a spruce up and the houses were cleaned out and restrawed…
and Miss Leia’s awry goat hooves were given their final trim
The bags are all-but packed, the bookings double-checked, and the Homestead has seen a steady stream of holiday well-wishers; the oven still needs cleaning but maybe I’ll just “forget” that chore. Heartstrings are starting to be tugged by the thought of leaving our menagerie for such a long time but the bubble of excitement in our collective tummies is growing by the minute.
First stop Los Angeles and the Happiest Place on Earth. If you’re in the vicinity, keep an eye out for our band of bedraggled Kiwi hillbillies.