Feeling much beloved, I dressed for our evening at Leonards Mill, a beautifully restored flour mill from the 1850s nestled in a bend in Second Valley, about 45 minutes away. Sharon's necklace figured prominently.
With daylight saving, it was still light when we arrived.
The dinner was truly scrumptious. French champagne signalled the start of a sublime night. I had a delicious barramundi with succulent chips and Steve had a huge steak, something we never have at home. We opted for dessert (of course) and mine tasted heavenly: mango slices on dollops of blancmange on a bed of crushed macadamia nuts, with spoonfuls of lemon sorbet, all sprinkled generously with Kangaroo Island honey.
As I said, this was all about me. Only another 365 days (it's a leap year remember) until my next birthday.
