Three minutes prior to the 10am opening on Sunday Mum asked me to ‘help’ behind the bar. That was the last thing I remember until I finally escaped, on dusk, to sit with friends.
During the day I was filled with pride to see people enjoying our property; I’d look east to the dam and see happy couples wandering the vines; then west to see lines of people waiting for kebabs while listening to live jazz as kids dressed as pirates ran around tormenting picnic-ers who were sinking deeper into the lawn with every drink.
Ben (who designed the Bunnyconnellen brochures),
Nic, Shani, Me & of course Molly!We ended the night with a Bomb Fire and only wished we’d thought to bring guitars and bongo drums – next time.