A look out the window tells me that time has passed. Daylight is slowly fading as we drive though the quaint village of Daylesford. A pretty little town even under a mostly grey sky. Historic buildings and vintage houses adorn the main street yet, soon an arcade of dark green trees guides us out of this picturesque place. We drive past dull green countryside, farmland, deserted hamlets and seemingly forgotten villages, reminders of the past, where the hope for gold brought people from all over the world to Victoria.
With traffic running smoothly we reach Ballarat just before dark. For the first night, we stay at a Caravan Park fully equipped with playground, bouncy pillow, game and TV room, heated floors in all wet facilities, and a camp kitchen with oven and a herbal garden. What a pity we arrived so late. I would have loved a good jump on the bouncy pillow or maybe some relaxing time on the swing…? Well, at least my family gets the convenience of warm feet under the shower and – probably more important – when they step out of it as the temperature has dropped to currently about 10oC.
Tonight, the kids bedtime routine is kept short. They are keen on testing out their bunk beds and so it doesn’t take long before the last bedside light is turned off and everyone is soundly asleep. Everyone, except me. Due to my not too humanly make up I don’t need to sleep. Neither do I require food or private time on the seat with the hole. This gives me the benefit of time. Time to think, time to experience and eventually, more time to live. It might appear boring having to wait for everyone else to wake up but more often than not the night offers me insight into a world, humans only rarely get to experience. However, that is a story for another time.