We’re off again and on our way. My dad dropped us off at the airport after three days at his house on the Central Coast where it rained non-stop. We had hoped for a few relaxing days but that wasn’t quite to be. Instead of relaxing we ran around visiting the local Telstra shop to sort out our mobile phones and visiting the bank to sort out the mess I had made setting up direct debit authorities with all our new banking arrangements. Continue reading “Sa-wa-dee-khrap (Hello)”
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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’.
Banjo Patterson
The sunlit plains extended and the wond’rous glory of the stars. They were ours to enjoy again, at least for a time. Alas all good things come to an end. For now, for us, it’s back to the round eternal. Continue reading “Back to the round eternal”
De’flies, de’flies! Oh how I love de’flies. There are so many and I love them all. Each landing is like a tiny massage. That’s thousands of little fly feet massaging your legs arms and face. Why, sometimes you even get a little massage inside your nose. No extra charge. I love the flies. You have to. It’s not optional. If you don’t love them, you hate them. If you hate them life is miserable. At Kings Canyon, Uluru, and especially at Kata-Juta, it is essential that you embrace the flies. Continue reading “De’flies, De’flies”
8 itchy feet 