Some days start with such promise then come crashing down. Some days just suck. Some days I wish I could run away to a hideaway where the rooms are simple yet beautiful, the tick of the clock is actually the sound of a giant irrigator in a far field and the view is a never ending paddock of rich brown soil. No disturbances, no responsibilities, no one else. Today I'd like to run away to Quamby Home, a newly renovated 1870s holiday house in rural Tasmania. If you decide to run away yourself one day you can take 9 of your family and friends with you. Today I'll just escape by myself.
