Let's rewind for a second to October of last year.
There I was, not so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, approaching full-blown burnout after a veeeery long break between holidays.
Not counting a failed "off-grid" birthday weekend excursion that lasted less than 12 hours — (cut short by a naughty pet and the sobering realisation that ADHD types do not thrive when plunged straight into the bush without a plan or Wi-Fi) — my partner, Corrie, and I's last break together was around a year prior.
To put it simply, we were approaching holiday desperation. So, I started scouring accommodation apps for easy weekend away options, searching for something, anything, that would scratch the holiday itch without breaking the bank.
In a miracle, I stumbled upon a great deal on a cosy spot in New South Wales' Southern Highlands region. By 4.30pm on Friday the day we were set to check in, the bags were packed, the playlist was ready and we hit the road toward somewhere that promised sunshine, laughter and good food we could share.
Before the adventures. Image: Supplied.





























