8 itchy feet

Holy hell what do I do now? There’s only one thing in that ocean that could bend Oliver’s fishing rod like that (other than the two whales lolling about 25 metres off the rocks we are standing upon while a lazy swell drifts backwards and forwards). It’s got to be a fish. Amy’s gone and caught a fish! That was unexpected. But, but, but… I still haven’t watched the relevant episode of ‘Nick the informative fisherman’ where he tells me what to do once you actually catch a fish. Continue reading “Day 103-104 ‘Dad I caught a crab!’” →

Emma here: “Oh, I’ve seen the colour changes from Albany to Broome”. I know we’ve actually gone from Broome to Albany but that is the line from a John Williamson song and Greg sings it every time Albany is mentioned!! I’m so thankful we have now been to Albany and we can stop talking about it, so we don’t have to endure him singing anymore. It’s not just me, the kids now tell him to stop too!

Greg here: The funny thing is I’d never listened to a word John Williamson had sung until this trip. It seems we had inherited an album of his along with a range of other music and Emma, in a quest for something different to listen to, put it on somewhere on the road between Katherine and Kunnunurra. The music just seemed to make sense while traversing the country about which it was written and as it was about the sights from Albany to Broome it kind of got stuck in my head. I don’t understand why my singing is not better appreciated, after all being a pop star was my second career choice. Continue reading “Day 98-102 Albany: an end to the singing” →