And the bush has friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,
And at night the wond’rous glory of the everlasting stars.
And I somehow rather fancy that I’d like to change with Clancy,
Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go,
While he faced the round eternal of the cash-book and the journal –
But I doubt he’d suit the office, Clancy, of ‘The Overflow’.
There’s a rhythm to life at home, ‘the round eternal’ as Banjo Patterson put it. Working weeks slide into weekends. Each morning we scramble to get out the door. Never ending briefings and meetings fill the days and of an evening you unwind as best you can. Time passes, much changes but so much stays the same. You could grow old tied into the round eternal.
Or you could go travelling, and every time you do feel your appreciation of the magnificence of the world trickle a little deeper into your being. Anyone who has travelled anywhere knows that no amount of words can properly explain all the vivid textures sights, sounds and experiences that getting out and about has to offer. No amount of words can explain an experience as vivid as twenty-four hours a day with your family for months or even a year at a time. Not that explaining it is not why we do it. As Passenger would say:
‘We should run through the forest
We should swim in the streams,
We should laugh, we should cry,
We should love, we should dream,
We should stare at the stars and not just the screens
Feel, feel like you still have a choice….’.
We do it to feel like we still have a choice. We do it for the murmur of the breezes and the rivers on its bar, for the sunlit plains extended and for the wond’rous glory of the everlasting stars.
I write the majority of our blog posts. I love the colours and textures of this marvellous planet – even more when I can capture them in pixels. I’ve been known to jog 2o or 30km km before bed, but if I have choice, not before breakfast. If I could magic this world free of rubbish and pollution and restore a few of its wonderful wild places, I would.
Emma has always dared to be different. Just because most people don’t do it, doesn’t mean it can’t or shouldn’t be done. She, more than anything else, is the reason we started travelling in the first place and the mere prospect of it brings her to life. Without Emma I probably wouldn’t have the courage to step out the door.
Amy is 13 and quite possibly the warmest, kind natured and lovely kid on the planet (no we’re not biased). She swims like a fish, loves her family and loves her friends.
Oliver is 12. He’s sharp as a tack, has a memory like an elephant and loves little more than a good story. He’s also a sensitive soul who takes the world in deeply.
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Updated November 2018