After our sumptuous restaurant meal in Melbourne to celebrate Freya’s win, I commanded the magic carpet to unroll so we could board for our return flight to Adelaide. The evening was growing chilly and a wind had sprung up. Freya’s fine fur was getting cold, so the magic carpet produced warm blankets for us to snuggle together. Off we set into a headwind. I was afraid this would delay our return home, so I sent a message to Lynette to be ready with the heated cosy for us. We were flying west, so the evening didn’t close in as rapidly as if we had stayed in Melbourne. Also, as we were up so high, we could still see the last beams of sunshine, giving us a spectacular view over the countryside.
The wind grew stronger and the stabilisers on the carpet had a hard time keeping it level. The edges continually fluttered around us. Freya clung close to me. I don’t think she was frightened. After all, she had only made the far more lengthy journey over the Indian Ocean to Adelaide only a few days before.
Eventually the wind died down to a mere breeze and as we approached Adelaide I was proud to point out to Freya various landmarks of Adelaide from the air as the moon rose and the lights of the city welcomed me back to the place I call home.
