Checking in at two in the morning was definitely not part of the initial plan. I rocked up at The Macleay with nothing but my
Seven-odd in the evening, we stepped out of the autumn cold and into Islander Resort Hotel's unusually quiet lobby. It was a Saturday, and the
"What the heck did I just eat I suddenly got nostalgia!". And it wasn't just Le Chile Cafe's food that tugged my mind back to
"Should we need to swim to catch the boat, will you help me? I'm terrified of the deep.", I asked my date. "No...", he promptly replied
Me boots thrashed through hay. The earth beneath them, mushy. Clumps of soil clung onto my sole as I made my way across the field.