A couple of nights before we were due to be heading off Donna called to say we should make a trip of it and stay somewhere the night before. With some hesitance and permission from Cath required, I agreed it would be good fun and it most certainly was.

My task was to track down somewhere to stay for the night, with no real townships close by and the only one vaguely on the way I settled on Bacchus Marsh. There is only 1 Motel in Bacchus Marsh and after calling them I had the nagging suspicion that it might actually be akin to the TV series Fawlty Towers. This was so much the concern that we decided on the way to keep an eye out for Basil and Sybil Fawlty, Polly and Manuel! But apart from a Sybil look alike we failed at this game and the little 1940’s 2 bedroom house at the back of the Motel was perfect for us.

The girls (me included) had a ball, playing shops, painting and colouring, doing nails, hair, watching Glee and generally causing a ruckus, the Motel was almost empty so we need not worry about disturbing other guests.

After a few glasses of wine and generally pleased that there was in fact electricity, we amused our selves trying to chop up food without a vegetable knife and after the butter knife failed miserably we resorted to the pocket knife on my cheap multi-tool. We were in hysterics when the sofa bed (my bed) would not fold out flat and stubbornly stuck out on a 45 degree angle but eventually after a couple more wines we got it sorted. But my only complaint is my goodness did it get cold at night and the split system air-con barely took the chill of the air.

Next morning slightly seedy I was treated like a King with Donna in the kitchen keeping my coffee cup kept filled and breakfast made for me along with sorting out all the girls’ breakfast as well. I tell you what a boy could get used to this pretty damn fast!

With short work of the packing up we made our way to the Fairy Park. The Fairy Park is great! But as Cait pointed out it isn’t actually a Fairy Park but is actually a Fairy Tale Park. And once again it was cold, Meg at one stage said “Daddy I cant feel my cheeks anymore!” After lunch at the café away from the bitter cold wind we made our way to the playground where the girls ran themselves ragged.

Heading home the girls played “Spotto” before all falling asleep whilst Donna and I revelled in the unadulterated silence.

9 weeks until the next school holidays, where to next?