Last one of the series.
Just before I left for the city, we had time to visit one more place in Byron: Minyon Falls.
The drive up.
The friend very kindly stopped the car for her city friend who has never been this close to a horse (outside the zoo) before.
The drive continued.
The weekend ended comfortably with comfortable latte, and a comfortable greyhound bus ride back to Brisbane city.
Our parting was bittersweet because she’s going to start her studies in Melbourne, and we probably won’t meet again till end of this year or even next year, if ever.
Do memories make parting more bearable, or more painful?