As I sit and look around I can hear the generator humming in the background, broken up by little birds singing and the occasional, distinctive call of the whip bird. The forest leaves are glistening as the sun rises above the hills and catches the remains of last nights dew. Aggie is curled up on the couch, and she lets out the occasional contented grunt. The yurt looks like a whirlwind has torn through it. The beds are unmade, the floor needs a sweep and there are dishes stacked haphazardly on the table waiting patiently to be taken to the sink.
The yurt just set up. There is sorting and tidying to do, the tents to pack down but we are in and she is up!