I spent most of the afternoon and evening sitting under the grapevine with my feet in a bucket of water – the perfect way for a pregnant woman to stay cool. But then, after a while, I found the inspiration to finally pick up the camera. I’m still getting used to the new buttons, learning from scratch again. Which, truth be told, I find confronting and annoying. I’ve got a book that so accurately describes me based on my day of birth – “dreamer, idealist” – it says. In my world, everything needs to be perfect. At least I’d like it to be so. When I take not-good-enough photos I really struggle. I hate not being able to do something by myself, hate having to ask for help. But, thankfully, Mr patient and so-good-at-explaining Daniel is there beside me with a calm voice and a thorough knowledge of the camera. When I take the time to listen I actually get a lot out of it (Yes, I admit it, rather sheepishly).

Next year is Dad’s big 6-0…huge celebrations are called for and they will, most definitely, and without doubt, include a good-ole-BBQ. Because a birthday and Australia Day just wouldn’t be the same without it.