At the Station with the parentals in tow

Ok ... it wasn't just endless loads in the washing machine or eye-rolls and religious lectures, we did have time to sit back and enjoy the view. In lieu of my absence at Dad's 80th, we took him back to the Station for his fill of steak. They had a bug and octopus carpaccio on the special served with broad beans which they need to transfer onto their regular menu forthwith!! It was heavenly.

We also enjoyed a Coonawarra Cab Sav from Hollick which you need to track down immediately. (I feel like Cab Sav all the time now!!)

I wanted to take a photo of Mum's steak. She wanted it well done, which I had to sheepishly order on her behalf, and came to the table a pathetically shrunken disc that could have fit into the palm of my hand. That was a statement from the kitchen if ever there was one!