The journey down, ~200k, was interesting with us listenng to the last couple of discs of Clive Cussler's Black Wind. Saw a couple of Mopokes at close range and heaps of spiders on the road. How do we know that they are spiders? Because we know these things. Spiders' eyes reflect light and we find what appears to be the same spider in the same position, night after night.
This is my attempt to use up those pieces of fabric that have been annoying the heck out of me for such a long time. You know those ones that are either in 2m pieces and are as ugly as sin, or those 2x6" strips that just might come in useful. My friend Kathy is on the task as well, so at leaast I have company along the road.