Wallabies are great visitors. They don’t intrude, they don’t pester, they don’t make a horrible din, and they don’t leave their business on your outdoor tables and chairs; they make an appearance from a safe distance and wait patiently, on the off chance that you have saved a little bread for them. You know they would be soft to the touch but you can’t get that close. They let you admire them and take a few photographs while they nibble at your offerings; and then they hop off before you’ve had enough of them to get bored.

Due to the poor weather Sue and Glenn (the real owners of my lovely house at Loganholme) are home a little early from their caravanning adventure. At the weekend I shall be hopping over to Wynnum and in a week I shall be hopping off back to England.