Saying goodbye

On my last day in Australia, my parents cooked me a barbecue in their backyard barbecue area. I have attended a great many barbecues in that barbecue area over the years, but this was likely the last. (My father has always used a wood fired barbecue, too. He will only be allowed a gas barbecue at his new place, and he intends to put one in as soon as he moves there). In any event, some T-bone steaks, and beef sausages, and wine, and beer were consumed. And it was good. However, after all the rushing around and working I did, I was exhausted. Which I think shows in the photographs.