Spots in Belladonia.

Late Friday afternoon we finished our first leg of the Nullarbor, 242.5km, and I finished hooking my 20 crocheted circles in squares into long scarves.

We were in Belladonia in western Australia. A tiny dusty dot on the edge of highway one. There was nothing there except a roadhouse and a caravan park with a couple of straggly tenants, a western themed toilet and a scary looking motel. And there was us. Us and the scarves.

There were crocheted spots everywhere.

What fun.

What else are you meant to do on a Friday afternoon in the middle of nowhere?

To my farmer boy;
Happy twelfth on 12/12.
I adore you.
You are so ace.
You totally rock my socks. xx

To all of you;
I hope you have the most surprising and wonderful week.
I'm sure you are ace too. xx