Rachael could see the lavender fields from where they sat at the kitchen table. They stretched in a purple haze over the landscape, the bright sunshine washing over them. The mauve complimented the blue-grey of the Australian bush in the far distance.

Rachael dropped her handbag on the kitchen bench and sat on a stool. “How do you cope with everything?” “I have staff. Donna is still here. She helps in the gift shop. Pete and Courtney work on the farm. They work longer hours when the lavender is harvested. Karen and Sue - you haven’t met them - help me make lavender candles and pot pourri

I decided an Akubra did not a bushy make.

There’s no time to waste,” Alexandra said, and grabbed Edith’s hand. “Look, he’s turned into Swanson Street.” “He might see us,” Edith objected. “Of course, he won’t. He doesn’t suspect we’ll follow him.” Alexandra tugged on Edith’s hand and pulled her along. “Why is he going up Flinders Lane?” Edith asked. “There aren’t as many people in Flinders Lane. He’s bound to see us.

Alexandra gasped and fell backwards. The blood drained from her face as ice tracked through her veins. She scrambled back to the keyhole and stared at the men in the room.

I decided an Akubra did not a bushy make - Ellen Read - An Ordinary Man .