There's something about Braidwood that keeps luring me there.
I've made the pilgrimage to explore the heritage-listed town so many times in the last few years that at least one of my friends erroneously thought I had ulterior motives. When he recently invited me over for a beer, I thought it was to watch the footy. But he actually cut straight to the chase "So spill the beans, what's the name of the lady in Braidwood you're having an affair with?" he deadpanned. Really!
