Consuming Skies and the Language of Rivers- Sequins and Gumboots in the Country

So it's my first time living in a country town. My mother,( intelligent, getting older, journalist, Anglican...), says it's wise that we stay here for a few years. She seems to think that tucked away in the country, no harm can come to us, and we can wait out the nasty 'world financial crisis'. She's very pleased about my friendship with the tattooed wife of the bishop I might add.

This is the kind of town where it is large enough to spend 1.5 hours searching for a good croissant, and it's also the kind of town where you will never find anything that comes close.

Not sure if I mentioned I now have a babe...my little wanton I call him..