That was HeyJude’s assessment when I emailed her my photo: she would be the one wearing a T-shirt patterned with “discreet flamingos”. A friendship that began in the blogosphere in May was about to enter the physical universe at Bomaderry Station. We picnicked on the shores of the Shoalhaven in a brisk breeze, and talked our way to Potato Point. It’s strange being a tour guide in your own place: what to show off in a few days? The heritage village of Central Tilba. Bermagui’s Blue Pool, belying its name with deep crystomint green. The view across the water to Gulaga. A cruise up Wagonga Inlet at Narooma, followed by a short rainforest walk, scones and billy tea – and a hyacinth orchid. A late afternoon drive along the river road, following in the tracks of my twelve weekend walks, visiting the snake orchids and the orange bark of the spotted gum. A few hours in the Eurobodalla Botanic Gardens, relishing flowers and even trees (that’s a separate post). The Bingi Dreaming Track, followed by an expansive view up and down the coast at Bingi Point. A stroll along Potato Point Beach. Then it was time for HeyJude to pack up and meet her son in Batemans Bay. I was sad to farewell such a wonderful guest: I relished her company till 11.30 two nights in a row, completely unheard of behaviour in this early riser!