Three glorious days down at Phillip Island.
We didn't go anywhere other than the local grocer to pick up things for dinner.
We didn't need any damned penguins or racetracks or vintage planes or wild and windswept cliff faces.
We needed spa time.
Spa time and the voices and faces and boisterous laughter of friends.
And we had plenty of both
but still never enough.
Always never enough.
Nowhere, man.
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