Eloping with Mr Punch
The year is winding down but around our place, things are speeding up. Ten days ago, Ken and I drove across town and picked up our new caravan. In 2011, we’re going to run away from home and live like gypsies.
We’re taking Mr Punch on a grand tour – or maybe he’s taking us – all the way around Australia. It’s a thrilling and scary prospect. It means packing up a house in which we’ve raised six kids and reducing our possessions to a trunk full of puppets and the contents of a pop-top campervan. For me, it will mean rethinking the way I work and learning to write on the road. So expect a lot more blogging. For Ken and Mr Punch, it will mean the chance to entertain folk in rural communities around the country.
We’ve been talking about doing something like this for years and now that the last of our six kids is leaving home, we realised 2011 will be the year for Mr Punch to have his way with us. We’ll be leaving Melbourne in February and heading up the east coast to start our “year of living puppeterously” (I know, it’s not a word but how else to describe living in close proximity with Mr Punch?)