The above line is from Banjo Paterson‘s great poem, The Man from Snowy River and whilst it is about a horse (the colt from Old Regret), it describes my day.
(NB: A station in Australia is another name for a farm or a property. )
‘Jumbuck is an Australian term for sheep, featured in Banjo Paterson’s poem “Waltzing Matilda.” ‘ Wikipedia
My life outside of writing might be a little different to the average sort. It’s great to wear a good pair of jeans, a nice sweater or shirt, to have a good hair day and have a face enhanced with good cosmetics.
I was out to coffee with a dear friend yesterday and she asked me who were the three people I most desired to meet. It was an easy choice for me. Oprah Winfrey because of her social conscience. The Dalai Lama because of his wisdom and humour. And JK Rowling because she singlehandedly reconfigured the reading world for the youth of today.
Have a look at this! Such a wonderful intro. Mark, be my agent!!!!!!
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a guest on MWi gets a hard time of it before I finally let them have their say.
Sometimes just a change is all one needs ro refresh and gird one’s loins for the next of life’s little challenges.
We’ve just had a three month change. OH (recently departed from a corporate life) and I decided we would live away from our permanent home for three months. This is in lieu of the overseas holidays that others take annually by way of a change.
Historically, Australia was said to have derived its burgeoning economy from the sheep’s back. Our history is marked by the introduction of Saxon merino sheep to the colonies in 1804. Farming wool became iconic and superfine Australian wool became world-renowned, beloved everywhere for its softness and purity.
‘I come from a land down under’ as various biographical notes might indicate. Today’s the twenty sixth of January and is our national day, Australia Day. I woke at 6.30 to an archtypical summer day’s – blue skies forever and the promise of beaches
Communication; it takes two. Stay with me and I’ll explain.
Today we took the boat once again to Maria (pronounced Mar-eye-ah) Island. A glorious day, and where we chose to moor, so calm that one could barely tell where water ended and land began. The family left the boat and decided to walk along the coastal track to the lagoon and bay where we wished to swim. I had brought my kayak with me and decided that I would paddle round to the bay. Maria Island has snakes here and there and I figured I’d rather take my chances with the water than snakes as anyone who has read this blog knows I have a snake-phobia.
Sounds. My world is made of sounds. I sit with my eyes closed and I listen. I hear the waves chuckling along the shore in a breeze-driven chop. I hear the sea-breeze shivering the leaves of the silver birch, maples and willows; a silvery sound.