This Is How We Scroll

Day: 332

Towns / Cities Visited: 228

Countries Visited: 31

Steps Taken Today: 10,719

Steps Taken Around the World: 5,246,246

There is one universal fact that all who know me well are privy to, and that is, if you want me to get out of bed early, the promise of sweet baked goods is the most sure-fire way to achieve that. My mum learnt this fairly early on and used to lure me to the shops by 9am on a Saturday morning through the promise of a blueberry Danish. Now, here I was at age thirty-one, luring myself out of bed on the promise that if I could get the tent packed up and in the car on time, I would reward myself with one last visit to Scroll Queen.

So fixated had I been on this promise the previous night, that I had actually triggered a stress dream in which we turned up at the shop only to discover, they didn’t make scrolls on Saturdays. Of course, that would be an absolutely ridiculous notion for a place with the word scroll in its name, and so when we rocked up at their door just after 10am, we were met with the alluring smell of fresh baked dough laced with the heady, wafting aroma of cinnamon sugar. Faced with a plethora of options we ummed and ahhed until we talked ourselves into buying three instead of two. We justified this irresponsible breakfast choice by reasoning we would likely never be back in Mount Gambier, or at the very least, wouldn’t be back for quite some time.