Hello there dear ones. I want to share a lesson observed from my time out west. No matter where I went, no matter how remote, and I'm talking over five hours drive to the nearest Woolies or Coles, the women I visited were hospitable.
In the true sense of the word. Not staged, not contrived, but real.
They made time for a chat, they put a kettle on, they offered me the comfy seat.
Sometimes my city experiences have been less so. Blame pace of life, blame distractions, blame multi tasking.
When there is no mobile phone coverage it's a bit pointless checking your messages every five minutes.
Best Le xox
Pic - my monte carlos from nana's recipe with jam made by my mate Ian