Amy's diary entry 4

I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow last night. Got up nice and early and started the stroll from Dalveen to Stanthorpe. Stroll is a nice word and I like to use it . . . just going for a stroll from Brisbane to Canberra. It's this type of language that convinced me it could be done - now I've just got to make sure the legs keep striding it out.

I lost two bucks on a bet yesterday that Dalveen had a pub. The local (note: not plural) was amused when I asked directions to the drinking lounge. Apparently the closest we were going to get was the town hall on a Friday night. Byo.

Walked past a deer farm today. I then thought how cool it would be to have a pet deer, and whether I could take my deer for a walk through downtown Stanthorpe or better yet - teach my pet deer to fetch a ball. I then felt bad for admiring the deer when there were some great cows to look at and I then started up a conversation with Pete to stop my thoughts getting too weird.

It's my turn to cook dinner for the crew tonight. With all these animals around I decided pasta was the go. Anything to avoid negative vibes from the upcoming cattle of Tenterfield.