It's school holidays in Melbourne, so that means the kids have two weeks off for term break. These school holidays are usually difficult because it's cold, wet and gloomy. Consequently we tend to hang at home and do a whole lot of nothing (preferably in our pyjamas). Hence, by the end of the first week we are all starting to show signs of cabin fever and are seriously beginning to grate each other the wrong way.

Thankfully, mum came to the rescue on monday morning with an invite to spend the day at the farm. When I told the kids they immediately leapt off the couch and started packing. I had to break it to them slowly that they were only going for the day and that next week they could have a sleep over at farm. Hoover was insistent that she was having a sleepover and kept shoving things into Trixie the trunki. So in the end I just let her pack her trunki as I wasn't going to have an argument on the first day of school holidays!

On our way to Kyneton we drove through some of the most amazing fog and mist. I wanted to pull over so many time's on the freeway to take photos of country side, Mt Macedon and the Black Forest. But I kept hearing mums voice inside my head reminding me to 'be careful on the roads because there's lots of frost' - so I thought it best to just keep driving.



Once we got to the farm I dumped the kids with mum and dad and borrowed a pair of dad's over sized gumboots and went for a photo walk. I wanted to get photos of the poplar trees down by the river and in order to get to the river I needed to walk through the cow paddock. As I walked through the paddock and towards the river I got that uneasy feeling that someone was watching me. I suddenly turned around and to my utter surprise found that half a dozen cows were eyeballing me. My instant reaction was to burst out laughing because I had not heard them creep up behind me.

After I got my poplar tree shots I decided to walk across to the other paddock to where dad keeps his lambs as I wanted to try and get a photo of 'Big Boy' - Hoover and Fussy's pet alpaca. Dad warned me not to get too close to Big Boy as he has an attitude and a half and if you get on the wrong side of him he will spit at you - quite literally! I tried for twenty minutes calling out to him gently, but that prima donna of an alpaca would not pose for me. So in the end I decided to leave him and his inflated ego alone and go inside and sit by the fire for the afternoon.