We lean our arms on the ledge between the head rests of the front seats, resting our chins in the crooks of our elbows, our two small heads close together. It’s hot and the Kingswood’s green upholstery clings to our skin.
We’ve probably been to the beach, maybe Port Fairy or Peterborough down the Great Ocean Road or Tathra or Bega or Ulladulla on the NSW coast, or perhaps we’ve just hiked the Golden Stairs in Tasmania’s Mt Field National Park or spotted a wombat in Cradle Mountain-Lake St Claire National Park.
Maybe we’ve been on a paddle steamer on the Murray River, or perhaps fishing from a little rowing boat at Victor Harbour.
Perhaps we’ve been scavenging for opals at Coober Pedy or exploring Broken Hill or the collecting firewood for tonight’s BBQ around the ghost town of Whitecliffs.
We could have been Christmas shopping in Adelaide, Brisbane, Hobart or Sydney.