Aside from a rogue mound hidden behind the permanently closed door of the spare room for now, we have finished unpacking. This nomad pile will be rehomed in time, but the more appealing task of finding our bearings takes precedence until then. And by ‘bearings’ I mean coffee.
The best cup I have had in a while was from 303 By The Sea on Henley Beach. Sat on a wooden bench sharing a pastry with my husband and son while watching the rain clouds roll in. I expect we will make this a habit.