No more Monday Casa Kimberley lunches for the moment; The Farmer, after ten years of not actually being a farmer but not spending his days doing what he dreamed of either, has finally landed his dream job

I admit, during the intervening decade of knock backs and I’m-sorry-to-inform-you emails, I may have gently broached the idea of aspiration reassessment. He never took his eyes from the prize, however, and currently hes working conventional hours as he trains in his new vocation. So it was Casa Kimberley Sunday morning tea instead this week

The perfect way to spend Slow Down Sunday.