1: The headland after rain For once promised rain actually eventuates. Not a heap, but more than we’ve had for months. I don’t get up till and unheard of 11 am after an all-night read: is this still a peculiar kind of jet-lag? My determination to walk is undiminished, and I enjoy an unaccustomed world […]
Tag: Bermagui
Roadside
Strange how themes emerge and transform. First, I saw this stripey wheelbarrow planter on the Potato Point Road … … and planters became the thing I kept seeing: a hollow trunk overflowing with Sydney rock orchids; a boat in front of an old shed with ghost writing speaking to Bodalla’s past; a mosaic planter beside […]
