I have a recurring dream where I pack up a box of fab deli foods and wine, just a change or two of clothes (don’t forget the swimmers) and hit the road down south to my weekender. Sometimes it will just be me. Sometimes my friends are coming too. It is such a lovely dream that I often don’t want to wake up. I think I will incorporate these two houses into my dreams for a while. Both in the hinterland behind Byron Bay. One is serene and the other a bit zany but both would be a wonderful escape from the Monday to Friday grind. No money in the bank for either of these. (The prices are extreme. This is a very popular bolt hole for the well heeled.) Maybe we could pitch in and do time share. Links for the houses here and here while they last.