Melbourne is a truly magical place!

Equine lives at the base of a national park. The smoke has cleared so we can see it again but every morning we get woken up by the sound of what can only be screeching pterodactyls only to realise they’re just cockatoos. Equine calls them cockys and they like to crack open the plum seeds on the ground under equine’s tree!

At night, we hear the “whoosh”, “whoosh” noises. It’s a dull sound, almost like a whisper. It took me a while to realise that its the flying foxes or fruit bats going home. Or going to a party in someone’s garden. Equine had plum, lemon, pomello, grapefruit, orange, apple, fig and pear trees in the back garden. When the bat colonies land for a feed, it sometimes sounds like a group of cats having a fight.

Tonight we’re having carrot and sweet potato soup with nutmeg, cracked black pepper and finished with grated parmesan. Equine must have been a mouse in her former life. She loves cheese almost as much as I love my carrots!