Holidays

Placcy Bags

I am writing this from my father-in-law’s study. I am listening to some parrots squawking. The setting sun is turning the blue sky pink, and golden light reflects on the gum trees in the neighbouring yard. Some pink oleanders are flowering and I am thinking: “This is rather pleasant. I might stay.” Adelaide. How I […]

Back Home…

It was hard to come back home again: the cold, damp caravan and the confined spaces that we’ve now been living in for 18 months. The constant drizzle and rain is fairly depressing, and I am, once again, questioning myself. Why on earth did I choose to move to this place? I happen to like […]