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...So it's July, and it's cold! Who knew.
Since we were in the process of planning a new trip, the tent stayed on the roof, that made instantaneous calculations before driving into car parks quite necessary.
Not much happened in that time really. Phil sought physiotherapy for his shoulder, we went for drives to see the sunset, played pool, ate and drank.
With the darker nights drawing in it was becoming very easy to feel like I was missing out on doing things. British winter is all about staying in - Australia isn't allowed to have winter.
To keep us entertained we enjoyed going on drives playing the Left and Right game - best played at weekends to have more time to enjoy seeing things in the daylight.
August now and this weekend was a Left and Right spectacular! I'd been looking forward to this all week. The day was ahead of us, we were going to say "left" or "right" until we got lost. But... uh-oh... Flynn has chewed Phil's $220 football boots! That was one angry Phil. Trying not to exasperate the situation I suggested that we didn't have to go out that day. Phil snapped back with a "No! I need to get away from the dog." Cautiously I got ready to go. When walking out the door his Dad said "Enjoy Victor Harbor." Huh? Phil explains that there have been Whales spotted there and he thought it was a good idea. Oh NOW I'M EXCITED.
Phil kept complaining that it was too hot in car, but it was too cold to turn the heating off, and he could have taken off one of his three coats! Why does he need three coats?
We get to Victor Harbor and take a wind swept walk over to Granite Island, I've been here before on a date, with Phil. So we start walking around the island, at let me tell you! My eyes were PEELED. Searching high and low for the aforementioned whales... nothing yet, but I'm not giving up that easily.
I want to walk my way down to the bit of the island with the big rocks that I can climb, but Phil suggests we wait for the only two other people to leave first, and I tell him not to be daft and march my excited bum down there. He nervously follows me and I'm starting to think he's unwell, what with his millions of layers and this jumpy disposition. I start climbing around the rocks and get out under the other side, eyes sharps looking for the whales... I turn to Phil to ask if he's suuuuuuuure there are whales today. And well... he started giving me a speech and got down on one knee. I gasped "No!" and was met with a sudden heart thumping "Wait. What?!" to which I quickly responded "Carry on! Carry on!"
Yes, he proposed! He had it all planned out. It was beautiful, we spent the night in Victor Harbor and enjoyed every moment of it together. I couldn't have been happier, I will be spending the rest of my life with my very best friend.
I'm afraid to say I don't have any pictures of the event. Oh, yes, I did take some, with my new shiny ring and my new shiny fiance, but alas... my phone was stolen when I stupidly left it on a seat at one of Phil's physiotherapy sessions and never seen again.
Now to carry on with my secret present for the soon to be sister-in-law and while away the winter months waiting for the next trip to begin.
Getting in touch with someone's friends and family when you have next to no contact details becomes slightly tricky, but with Phil's help we managed to get hold of almost everyone, and with their cooperation and much agonising time and effort I put together a book for Courtney's 21st birthday.
Here's a nice picture of all of the family at Courtney's 21st party. There are plenty of mad drunks ones once I got hold of the camera... but I'll not be publishing those on here. Our trip was getting closer now, so we were checking out the times, the locations we wanted to go and all the ideas for things to do along the way. Snacks, snacks were important.
Also important, for Phil, was planning his friend's bucks party. As his best man he needed to complete these duties, even if he was 28hours away by road if you did one solid journey... just something to consider when you've got somewhere to be by a set date.
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