It has officially been five years since I left school, packed my bags and flew to the other side of the world for a job that I knew would pay me very little but gave me school holidays to spend that wage travelling around Europe. Yep, that means I still haven’t learned to shut up about my gap year.
I feel so lucky to have fallen into a group of mates almost instantly, meeting on a Paddywagon tour of Ireland that is honestly quite hazy for me now. Last year we had our first reunion since 2015, and eager to do it again, Johno offered his home in Grenfell for the weekend provided we could all cop the 5-7 hour commute from the various corners of the state.
I love these people (and now this place). Here is a video and a few photos I got between quad biking, exploring in the back of a ute, and dancing round the biggest fire I’ve ever seen.