You know I love a trip to Hanging Rock. Rupert came too and was so well behaved, he got all covered in grass and I thought he rather resembled a lamington.
Little French Fanny was over for a visit, et Maman.
I wore my beloved Christopher Kane jumper which got a bit hot by the time we'd trekked all the way to the top. I always insist we get to the top before were allowed to eat our picnic. He he he